I’ve been in a funk these past couple weeks. Worrying about a job and money and other miscellanea has made me miss a simpler time when I was traversing Spain
On Thursday, Mom, Sister and I had a little touristy outing. My mom has been wanting to visit the Farmer’s Market in Daley Plaza for a while, and Vanessa heard
I’m in the market for a new bike. I love the one I have dearly: she really is the sweetest bike I’ve ever seen, and I’m so lucky I get
I’m on a full-on popsicle-making kick. If you think about it, popsicles are the perfect medium for flavor experimentation: all you need is a blender, molds, and a little inspiration.
I don’t like ice cream. But I love all other manner of frozen treats, including gelato and popsicles. I have taken to upon myself to personally try every frozen yogurt
Know what’s fun? Boat rides. Especially boat rides to another continent.
One day, I woke up. The sun was shining, the sky was clear, and I was feeling particularly invigorated. “Yes,” I thought. “Today is Bazaar Day.”
I just came back from my first yoga class since returning to Chicago, and just–wow. Spending the last five weeks sustaining myself on self-practice has been very, shall we say,
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The carpet salesman brought out coffee and glasses of water on a silver engraved tea tray before setting a cup and saucer before me, then his wife, then at the
