Clearly, I’ve been doing an excellent job with my travel writing during the month of October. All those posts about girls’ trips and Ireland recaps and what’s coming up next? Whew! It’s been hard to keep up with it all, am I right? To be fair, I’ve been busting my ass at work. You know, the place where people are occasionally mean and make me cry? And the place I’ve been thinking about visiting the most is my bed. Because…
September was Bourbon Heritage Month! How exciting! Except now it’s October. But that’s ok. We’ll just create a new holiday: the 12 days of bourbon. Cassia and I are back at the whole YouTube thing. The latest episode has me trying to convince her to appreciate bourbon by way of a variety of bourbon cocktails. I don’t think it worked. Things got a little ridiculous at drink #8, so we needed to create a special cut for that one. Cheers!
There’s a right and a wrong time. In January, I wrote about applying to the Institute on Science for Global Policy’s Climate Change Arctic Program, which is hosting a series of debates on climate change throughout the country. The issue of climate change is particularly close to my heart as a Floridian, but I was particularly drawn to the possibility of traveling to the Arctic as part of the conference. So I submitted my application (possibly twice) and waited for the conference…
I might have crossed a line. When Jekyll Island’s Facebook account commented on one of my posts, I likened myself to a giddy school girl talking about that cute guy in math class. It was meant to be as adorable as I am. But now I’m thinking I came off a bit psycho. Like single white female psycho. Like, I LOVE JEKYLL ISLAND SO MUCH I’M GOING TO KEEP IT LOCKED UP SO IT’S MINE! ALL MINE!!! Clearly, I am not making…
Before we left for Jekyll Island, my husband purchased a bike rack for the car so we could take our super awesome Sun Bicycles with us. The purchase was, perhaps, the best decision of the trip. I adore the bike paths on Jekyll Island, absolutely adore them. With almost 25 miles of trails, you can cycle the perimeter of the island, through the historic district, along the beach, beside the marsh, and within the woods. The routes take you through some of the…
My husband and I have been spending the week with my parents on Jekyll Island, Georgia. I adore this place for its outdoor activities (golf, tennis, biking) as well as its unspoiled coastline. It’s difficult to find a beach that isn’t peppered by Wings, Eagles, and high-rise condos, and I was thrilled to find this one. While a solid portion of our week was spent lamenting the weather, thanks to a nor’easter that wouldn’t move off the coast, the trip was…
Things got a little ridiculous during the 90s rewind with Bourbon & Bordeaux, and for some strange reason, we kept referencing Zima. Maybe because it’s the drink of our youth. Or maybe because Zima can’t be found in the States anymore (but if you’re in Japan, you’re set). Or maybe Cassia and I just felt like having some cocktails. Despite every fiber of our adult beings telling us to stay away from drinks like Zima, we decided to make the…
Back to Ireland! Wait…what? You thought I was done with The Emerald Isle? Hardly. I’ve just been distracted by impromptu girls’ weekend and YouTube channels and such. But there’s still a lot of ground to cover. So here we go. Last month, there was an article floating around the interwebs about eleven places people risk their lives to visit, and number seven on the list was one of my favorite places in Ireland: the Cliffs of Moher. The article focuses on the bike…
Since starting Bourbon & Bordeaux with Cass over at Jeans and a Tank Top, I’ve learned two things about myself: 1. I drink a lot of bourbon. 2. Apparently, I’m a hoarder of all things 1990s. For the third installment of our series, we take a trip down memory lane…or maybe we just went to the modern-day mall. Because 90s fashion is back y’all. And we’re horrified. Enjoy!
Dad called yesterday. He’s ready to go back to South Africa. Maybe he’s got the travel bug after my trip with Mom? Regardless, I started craving some South African treats and not just biltong or melktert. I was craving the ultimate comfort food: chicken schnitzel with cheese sauce, or as I like to call it, fried chicken covered in macaroni and cheese without the macaroni. And while you can get fried chicken in the States, there’s nothing quite like schnitzel…