All articles filed in Flying Away

I have always been fascinated by airplanes.  I took my first flight when I was two years old and have been on well over 200 flights since.  I flew to Charleston for the weekend with one of my best friends Nicole, and had the honor of being her guest at Boeing’s family day in their…

I LOVE Vegas.  It’s fabulous, and wild, and over the top. It’s vain, it’s lustful, it’s envious, it’s greedy. (Sin city- amirite?)  It is so many wonderful and horrible things all at once. And… I’m very okay with that. I had the privilege of speaking at a conference in Vegas last week, and figured I…

I’ve been to Seattle about four or five times over the past two years, primarily to visit a few of my best girlfriends who live out there. I *think* I love Seattle but I have yet to distinguish- do I actually love Seattle or do I just love the time spent there with my girlfriends?…

I wrote quite a bit about my trip to Scandinavia. I wrote about Belgian beers, and Swedish Fikas; my thoughts on Helsinki’s architecture, and my fascination with Vikings in Oslo. But, I didn’t write about my favorite part of the trip, and frankly, where I spent the majority of my time. The Lofoten Islands in…

The grand finale of my 10 days in Scandi-Land was Helsinki, Finland. To be frank, which by now you’re probably use to, it was a great last stop because it made me okay with going home. Helsinki felt like stepping into Soviet Russia, (or the show Chernobyl for those of you who are terrible at…

I have Stockholm Syndrome. All of the good, none of the bad. Stockholm Syndrome is a condition which causes hostages to develop a psychological alliance with their captors. Though in this case Stockholm isn’t a captor, rather, a captivator, and I’m here of my own volition and honestly this analogy doesn’t really work but I…

The theme of my day in Brussels was indulgence. A day in Oslo provided a stark contrast to that. While Brussels is adorned with ornate gold accents, Oslo is a modern looking city with clean lines and buildings that kind of look like they belong in Soviet Russia. I will say they do have beautiful…

Any guesses as to where I might be referring to? Yep-Belgium! My flight to Oslo included a 10 hour layover in Brussels and it was everything I ever could have asked for from my first double digit hour layover. I’ll start by saying I’m not usually a big fan of layovers. Mostly because I’m frustrated…

No, I don’t. I’m quite alright actually. My life is exhausting, sure, but in the most wonderful way. I’m always out and about checking out the hottest restaurants or bars in Chicago, dancing my way through the weekend, and bopping around the States for the occasionally work trip. And work? I’m fortunate to be doing…