It’s time to talk menopause. Men – you’re welcome to stay, but if this kind of conversation makes you uncomfortable, feel free to check out one of my posts about football instead. Last January I missed my period. It happened again in February and I sensed it was the beginning of the end. Rather than proceed with a year of living dangerously, I hightailed it over to a holistic medical center and met with the physicians and counselors to express my fear of a. hot flashes, b. getting fat, and c. cataclysmic mood swings. They reviewed my diet and exercise habits, did some blood and hormone workups, and recommended bioidentical hormones and vitamins and supplements.
Europe’s train system is incredible. For the price of a lunch in New York City, you can pick up a 2nd class ticket in any city and get yourself to another city for a day of touring. It’s practical, economical, and reliable.
Why, you ask, did we forsake that security to rent a car?
Um. Because we were traveling Americans. And road trips are what we do. Continue reading →
Wooooooh! Woooooooh! The trend train is leaving the station and I’m going to miss it – again. I’ve lost track of all the ones that have passed me by; fedoras, “Breaking Bad”, and kimchi come to mind. Continue reading →
Purchasing ornaments when traveling is a common activity, correct? When I stumble upon a Christmas shop, I tumble in and pick up at least one decoration to commemorate the trip. My favorite is a snow-capped cactus I found in Sedona. A major storm hit while I was there, knocking out the power at the Enchantment Resort. The area’s famous red rocks were transfigured by the snow and I appreciated the event; that is, after wrapping my head around the understanding that there’d be no hot coffee.
Traveling specifically for ornaments is a niche peculiar to the Christmas season. Markets abound here in the States and abroad and browsing through one is an easy way to jump-start your holiday ho-ho-ho.
German markets feature stalls peddling glühwein (mulled wine). I’d like to tell you it tastes better than it sounds, but it doesn’t. And it smells like “Sunday Morning in the Frat House.”