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A Food Tour of Sarajevo

The decision to make a stop in Sarajevo, Bosnia came as we were planning our routes onward from Croatia. We knew we wanted to end up in Bucharest, but discovered that--besides expensive flights--there was no reasonable way to get there directly from Split or Zadar. (We'd gotten used to the proximity of European countries, and weren't studying the map closely enough to realize how much ground there is between Croatia and Romania. Whoops.) After looking at possible bus routes and their stops across the Balkans, we determined we could slow our roll and take our time getting from the Adriatic coast to "Little Paris."

Having been born in the middle of the Bosnian War, I didn't actually know anything of the area at all before arriving besides a vague knowledge of past unrest. Indeed, we did our due diligence and looked up the travel advisories for both Bosnia and Serbia, and of course found it is a perfectly safe region to visit with a growing tourism industry.


Since …

Story Time: The Man in Blue

The sun seemed especially intense on our last day in the city of islands.

Our time in Venice had been lovely so far; our hotel adequately old and rickety, all of the shop windows appropriately bright and colorful, the many alleys and streets were expectedly narrow. Indeed, Venice felt like a big, living and functioning museum. On our last day though, Jill and I were searching for something elusive in a city like Venice: an authentic and genuine dining experience. Overall our meals had been splendid; we ate some of the best cheap pizza that I have ever had from Pizza Al Volo and tried some authentic Venetian dishes, like Sarde in Saor, from Scalinetto, a small restaurant over near the Castello neighborhood. Yes, we had eaten well, but mostly near the touristy areas, and maybe not at restaurants that offered something truly unique.

Il Paradiso Perduto is a pretty typical looking place--good seating out front by a canal, plain wooden seating inside, and glass cases full of various fried…

Surviving Long-Term Travel

When I first met Andrew, I was easily wooed--like many before me, I'm sure--by his fantastical stories of backpacking abroad... sleeping in hammocks when he was out of money, crashing on the couches of strangers who quickly became his friends, working in exchange for a place to stay out in rural France where he rode a borrowed bicycle into town on his days off, meeting very strange characters by hitchhiking wherever he couldn't walk...

That kind of rugged backpacking always sounds "cool" no matter how (un)willing you'd be to do it yourself.


Back then, I, however, had never been outside of the United States, except maybe for Canada, and had only ever used Airbnb once or twice, let alone hostels or Couchsurfing or Workaway.

In those early days of dating, I made it clear that I was down to see the world with him, and he made it clear he could not picture a life for himself without frequent travel. Five years later and here we are, so we've both made good on our…