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Enchanted with Sarlat & the Perigord Noir

Last October I found myself on a cliff overlooking a tranquil valley that I thought only exist in storybooks of far away places with fairytale endings. At that point of the trip we had already breezed past stretches of bucolic green fields, clusters of 12th century French castles and a dramatic maze of 15 year…

How Prague does Christmas & inside the Augustine hotel

I never thought I would end the year right where I started: in Prague, wrapped in multiple layers and mesmerized by the city of a hundred spires. Prague was tinged in romance when the Brit and I visited for the first time at the start of the year. Light flurries of snow fell, we walked everywhere,…

Boston’s Seaport & Envoy Hotel

It used to be that the only reason to cross the bridge to venture into Boston’s Seaport neighborhood was to visit the Harpoon Brewery and maybe catch an outdoor concert at the Pavilion during those sweltering summer nights when G. Love & Special Sauce were headlining. Or maybe if you wanted to try your luck, you walk into…

Doing Dublin

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…

One fine day at Bodega Campo Viejo

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…

See, eat, stay :: New York City

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+…

Six Senses Ninh Van Bay

I am clutching onto my orange life vest as we cruise through every choppy wave of the East Vietnam Sea on our hotel’s boat transfer.  As the small speedboat carries us out further away from Nha Trang and closer to the hotel I am once again making false promises to myself, this time I’ll really learn how to swim when…

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