I’m cozy in my Rome AirBandB with a glass (or 2) of wine and vague plan of taking a hot shower and heading out for dinner. I think I’m going back to the same place I enjoyed last night because I must have the cacao e pepe there. It wasn’t possible to fit it in … Continue reading #solotravel
Category: Eating
Roman holiday
It seems like forever ago that I found a cheap ticket to Rome and made the close to spontaneous decision to grab my Amex card and jump on the deal. The date of my trip, though, is finally approaching and I couldn’t be more excited for my first trip ever to the Eternal City. I’ve … Continue reading Roman holiday
Seventeen things I learned in 2017
Never regret money spent traveling. I’m not a good boss and have no interest in ever owning a business again. That being said, I did learn how to do payroll and use Quickbooks. The Hudson Valley has no shortage of adorable and fun places for quick getaways. For every $1000 spent on a cosmetic household … Continue reading Seventeen things I learned in 2017
What are you doing New Year’s Eve?
(Before you read this I suggest queuing up Ella Fitzgerald’s version of the title song. It’s one of the finest vocals ever.) New Year’s Eve is kind of a weird holiday to me. Long after the childthood challenge of staying up until the ball dropped lost its novelty, it remains a night of varying significance … Continue reading What are you doing New Year’s Eve?
Ode to panettone
I don’t remember what made me buy the first one. Despite my mother’s German origins, it wasn’t as if fruit cake was part of my holiday traditions. As a matter of fact, I had distinct and negative memories of an episode involving fruitcakes baked in November, and left to soak in rum until Christmas, and … Continue reading Ode to panettone
Christmas gift to myself (Aside from the gifts I’ve already given myself)
I’ve decided to abstain from weighing myself from the remainder of the month. That’s right, I’m going to deny myself the chance to feel badly beginning first thing in the morning when I step on the scale. Because that’s what inevitably happens if the number reads higher than I had hoped. Not checking in daily … Continue reading Christmas gift to myself (Aside from the gifts I’ve already given myself)
Getting schooled at Cafe Capriccio
I’ve been a devotee of Grand Street’s Café Capriccio for so very long that if I had a sip of Chianti to match each wonderful memory I’m lucky enough to have created there...well, I’d be pretty damn drunk. I’ve experienced just about every type of event imaginable in this incredibly cozy space - romantic date, … Continue reading Getting schooled at Cafe Capriccio
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