Category Archives: Travel

I’m no longer the bookworm I once was. Gone are the days where I would skip classes to hide in a special nook in my high school library just to read. But the thrill and comfort of being surrounded by books hasn’t left me. You can imagine my elation in learning that Dublin is one of…

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There’s a bit of a rock and roll to the Dean Hotel in Dublin.  You wouldn’t necessarily think you stepped into a hotel upon entering where there’s a DJ spin table that separates the glowing bar and the welcoming lounge area.  By the elevators there’s a shelf filled with vintage items: cameras, video recorders and cases. I…

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We were hurtling down the Grand Canal to the Westin Europa & Regina hotel in a water taxi with its small flag of Italy whipping in the wind. I wondered if the driver can go any faster because it’s well past noon, lunch was awaiting, and travel has a way of stirring up my appetite. As we breezed…

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I was crouched next to a vine bush with orange shears in one hand and a bunch of green grapes in the other. My blue tray still looked fairly empty considering I’ve been working this row for 20 minutes while my friends, Giulia and Teresa, who have been much more diligent than I, have already…

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As someone who only takes a carry on luggage when traveling I have to be extremely selective with the liquids I pack. It used to be a tough decision since I have drawers full of travel sized beauty products (a lot of my time used to be spent at Sephora’s) to choose from until I realized what…

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Don’t tell my New York friends this but I never understood the allure of their city while I was living in Boston. Maybe it’s out of sheer blind loyalty to my sports teams or it’s just too close to Boston for me to fuss over or because of this one bad trip I had 10+…

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This is the post I’ve been meaning to write over the last two years but kept putting it off. Theoretically writing about myself should be the easy part and yet it’s the part that feels the least natural.  How much of me should I put out there? What if it’s too much/too little/boring or comes off as…

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