Belgium, We Have a Problem: About This Blog Entry It’s hard for even me to believe that there was a time in my life when travel didn’t excite me. But there was. There was actually a period of my life, when I would travel–mostly cruises, with my family–that I didn’t have that travel “bug;” that…
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Spain, We Have a Problem: About This Blog Entry It’s hard for even me to believe that there was a time in my life when travel didn’t excite me. But there was. There was actually a period in my life when I would travel–mostly cruises, with my family–when I didn’t have the travel “bug;” that…
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England, We Have a Problem: About This Blog Entry It’s hard for even me to believe that there was a time in my life when travel didn’t excite me. But there was. There was actually a time, when I would travel–mostly cruises, with my family–and I didn’t have that travel “bug;” that unquenchable thirst for…
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Sweden was my last stop on a week-long (Thanksgiving week) European jaunt. I arrived into Stockholm close to midnight and jumped on the Arlanda Express train to Stockholm Central station. From there I grabbed a cab to my hotel. I began to become concerned when the taxista started heading out of town, but alas, we…
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First Impression: Get Me Outta Here! I’ve never been rattled my first hour in any country as much I was in Trinidad. After the first hour exploring the capital of Port of Spain, I was ready to go home. Screw this place. Luckily, things got a lot better, but my first impression of Trinidad was anything…
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Italy, We Have a Problem: About This Blog Entry It’s hard for even me to believe that there was a time in my life when travel didn’t excite me. But there was. There was actually a period of my life, when I would travel–mostly cruises, with my family–that I didn’t have that travel “bug;” that…
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First a disclaimer: I was one cranky muhfugga when I was in Copenhagen, so this report may be a little bit biased. I hadn’t acheived a full night’s sleep in almost a week, since arriving in Europe; my body clock was refusing to adjust and day number six was just about my breaking point. I had…
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