It’s taken me a while to distill my thoughts on TBEX (the annual travelbloggers conference) but with everything stripped away — the swell parties, the patio uke lessons, the “Hey, it’s awesome to see you again!”s, the stuff outside the agenda — I think it boils down to this: I would like to us to …
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Maybe I’m doing it wrong. There is a lot of talk of “structure” and whether or not the wine is “too thin” or “flabby.” I don’t know what this means. There’s also some innuendo, though it’s not meant that way. “My, this is soft on the bottom, isn’t it?” I snicker because I am a …
My seatmate is tall, handsome, and quite gay. He’s dressed in a pink t-shirt and tells me right away about his partner, who god bless him, is a florist. My companion is delightful, I want to derail his trip — he’s headed to a business retreat in a nearby chateau — and have him tag …
I first went to France — to Paris — when I was 19. Maybe 20. I remember eating omelet sandwiches while sitting on cast iron park benches. I remember seeing the pointillist painters and going up to look the gargoyles in the eye at Notre Dame Cathedral. I had a mean English boyfriend with blue …
Here’s the thing: I really like this catchy tune and it sounds swell on the uke. And last weekend I was at a big conference and I did not get to have the uke jam I was hoping for, though I did get to play Stephanie’s uke and Johnny’s uke and on the bus, Spud …