The Canadian Apology: Sorry, eh?

Sorry to bother you, but I’d like to talk about something today. The Canadian Sorry. Canadians are subject to stereotypes like all other nations, often suffering them gladly. I have yet to see a backpacker appropriating any other country’s flag, which is an odd, but pleasant compliment.  However, our reputation for extreme politeness has led…

T is for Tolstoy, & Tremendous Trains

[Image: source] I have a weakness for Russian novelists and their all-encompassing narratives.  I also have a weakness for Russia’s far-reaching landscapes.  So today’s armchair travel is brought to you by my literary Achilles’ heel. Also, I may have watched Anna Karenina last night.  (As an aside, brilliant movie.  Theatrical, dramatic, heart-breaking – exactly as…

Gluten-free travel just got a little easier

Even with an extra strong coffee, this Friday morning found me yawning, groggy, and indecisive.  Whatever will I blog about today!? (Yeah, first world problems right there.) However! However. Cinnamon Girl – who has some tasty looking recipes I’m dying to try out – has saved me with her find that I have to share. …

Armchair Travel for the macabre inclined: Sedlec Ossuary, Czech Republic

Dem bones, dem bones, dem…14th century bones of the wealthy. The Sedlec Ossuary in Kutná Hora, Czech Republic is a brilliant spot for the macabre-inclined tourist.  When, in a brilliant marketing move, the church’s Abbot sprinkled earth from Golgotha around the cemetery, he created a famous cemetery that did not require Jim Morrison’s celeb cachet….

Vacation induced resolutions: Pura Vida

This past December, my partner and I visited Costa Rica.  He got a tan, and I fell in love with a country.  I don’t think I have ever wanted to come home less than the day we had to catch our flight. What really struck me about the country (and especially the area we were…

Armchair Travel: Madagascar

Armchair travel: because Monday mornings are never all that easy, and sometimes Tuesdays are even worse.  I love a good session of imaginary travel.  It may mean that my list of places to visit will stay never-ending until forever, but I’m of the opinion it’s the World’s fault.  If it wasn’t so endlessly interesting, and…