What happens when two nations half-heartedly volley a region back and forth for centuries? A mutt is born. In this case, Alsace, where the food is not quite German, not quite French. Same goes for the dwindling dialect. Luckily, this is one attractive…
At the age of 12, my best friend and I had a serious conversation on the school playground that led to a decision: we would go on a trip, someplace far away. So we started saving, quarters and pennies…
The sound of waves breaking, children chatting in Gaelic and our ferry motoring away faded out quickly under the thick layer of mist tasked with keeping the island hidden from outsiders. We, and a handful of other visitors, had arrived nonetheless. A windy, thirty-minute…
A cafe with a resident cat is simply better than a cafe without one – a fact one learns in Amsterdam. Some questions are impossible to answer, like what is your favorite band or favorite food. Favorite city should be one…