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“What are the four things that are compulsory when driving in India?” Mr. Satpal, our driver, looked at my friend Chrissy and I expecting an answer. “Good horn. Good brakes. Good eyes. Good luck.” Chrissy and I laughed nervously in the backseat, and with that- Mr. Satpal took off, swerving between cars, Tuk-tuks, trucks, camels,…

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…