Motorcycle Misadventures: Anxiety in the Alps

I never realized there could be a fear of feeling small, but as I was riding my light, barely-larger-than-a-moped, 1970s motorcycle through the towering, colossal Alp Mountain Range, my anxiety was rising. With each passing mile I was cursing myself for embarking on such an overwhelming feat; I was wishing I could have just been… Continue reading Motorcycle Misadventures: Anxiety in the Alps

When renting a car in Morocco, the juice is worth the squeeze

“I am sorry, the next train to Azemmour leaves tomorrow morning at 6am.”This was exactly the last thing we wanted to hear from Casablanca’s airport train ticket salesman. We had landed in Morocco a couple hours earlier, after making our way through customs and post-flight security checks, we found the office of our car rental… Continue reading When renting a car in Morocco, the juice is worth the squeeze

We are so bad at Berlin’ing

We had been looking for a small live music venue in our neighborhood. Google searches only brought up tourist spots downtown or concerts in the giant stadiums. Not really what we were looking for. Then one day, over the summer, I heard someone talking about a great local spot where they had just heard an… Continue reading We are so bad at Berlin’ing

I’m Not (only) Lucky

I know it is actually meant to be a compliment, but I can’t help feeling just a little offended or irked every time someone tells me, “Wow, you’re so lucky you’ve lived abroad and traveled. I wish I could have done that!” I never know how to respond; it’s awkward.  And no one seems to… Continue reading I’m Not (only) Lucky

If I had just one wish…

People are always talking about new technology and how scary and futuristic it all seems. Like soon we are all going to be buzzing around in spaceships like the Jetsons (if any of you young’uns don’t know who they are, Google it). And we aren’t even going to need computers or hand-held cell phones, because… Continue reading If I had just one wish…

A crash course on how to survive dining out in Germany

  When you sit down at a restaurant here in Germany, one that is not even particularly busy, it is your job to wave down a server and ask for menus. Don’t be fooled, contrary to popular belief, that actually is a lot to ask of a German server, so don’t be surprised if you… Continue reading A crash course on how to survive dining out in Germany