Paris has my stamp of approval

So, I went to Paris this past weekend. And I’m not going to lie, it was great. My Ukrainian origins might have something to do with this, as we consider ourselves somewhat European, and being in Paris also felt like somewhat home. First things first, traveling is stressful no matter how you put it. As I found myself hyperventilating at one point or another. Airports, security, customs, herds of people, time tables, and rotating schedules. Honestly, I think all of it works by the sheer will of God, or careful planning and execution, either way. I did successfully make it to...

Israel: because repetition makes it perfect 3

Have you been curious to hear about the end of my trip? No? Well, I’m telling it anyway. Haven’t been able to do that since I literally got swamped by work stuffs. I fell into the hole of the corporate world. And it’s not pretty here, but they pay money. And money is like good, and buys things, so I’m sticking around for a while here. You might not hear from me much, so cherish these damn words. Continued from here and here. Next day I woke up really sick. And threatened my significant other that I’m not moving a damn...

Israel: because repetition makes it perfect 2

Elections happened. And I’ve been naturally pretty upset, mostly because I don’t want to be grabbed by the pussy. And I don’t know what will happen next. Some moments I even manage to feel hopeful, but mostly I feel pretty shitty about this outcome. Particularly being a female. Because this election result shows, among other things, that sexism in this country is stronger than even racism. And anything with an -ism isn’t good, but come on. Regardless, I will attempt to finish telling about my trip, which now seems very distant and irrelevant, but hey let’s take our minds off of things. Continued...

Isreal: beacuse repetition makes it perfect

So yesterday was my first day back to work, after a week’s vacation, and that went great. I missed everyone, and I was so happy to be back, in my old familiar cubicle, surrounded by dear friendly faces. Or more like it was fucking hell. I had 564 unread emails, and all my  enthusiasm for work related stuffs vanished pretty much by 3pm, and turned into ‘goddammit, not this shit again’. But that’s another story. I went away to Israel because I had a family wedding to attend, and I’ve been to Isfreal before, and wrote about it here. I’ll try not to repeat...

Utah – travel to the orange lands Part 2

Continued form here   So once we got to the Arches National Park (for free, ha ha ha), it was like driving through a different planet. It was all rocks and mountains, and mountain rocks. No arches though. The first view was saw was pretty damn magnificent and probably my favorite of the whole place. So there. Then we drove through the park, stopped here, and stopped there, and still no arches. So then we wiped out a map because this was getting ridiculous, you don’t call a place Arches and have no actual arches. That’s like false advertising. And...

Utah – travel to the orange lands

I went away for several days last week. And we went to Arizona and Utah to look at a bunch of canyons and canyon related stuffs. And although I was sort of looking forward to it, I was also skeptical. I expected myself to be hot, and tired, and miserable, and complaining all the damn time. And you know what? It was exactly like that: I was hot, and tired, and miserable, and complaining (I make a great travel companion). But it was also oh so worth it. Because the views we got to see were damn right gorgeous, and...

Florida, Frank, First class

Ok, so this past weekend I went away to Florida for a few days. And the whole purpose of the trip was to show my pale body that sun is a very much tangible object. And we didn’t go to Miami nor Key West, we stayed right in the middle-  in Key Largo. And this choice turned out to be exactly brilliant. Because it was just resort, pool, beach, one hammock, three kayaks, two paddle boards, palm trees (number of which I don’t know), 12 beer cans, one beef jerky bag, one cheddar popcorn bag, about five apples, one significant...

New Orleans – jambalaya, and all that jazz

This past weekend, I happened to be visiting New Orleans for a few days. And here’s how that went. I was driven from the airport to my place of stay by a taxi driver. Attention – a happy taxi driver. My flight was delayed by two hours, and I arrived at 1 am, and this taxi driver was just so upbeat and alive. Right away he told me how awesome their city is, that rents are cheap, work is plentiful, people are awesome, nightlife is crazy and fun, and he’s going to live forever. This last piece I added in...

How I fell in love with hummus (not really) or why travel to Israel Final

Continued from here and here It’s been challenging for me to finish writing the series on Israel because I have told ‘about my trip’ to at least five different sets of people by now, and I’ve sort of had it. But not your fault and I bet you’re dying to know what else happened. So you be my honorable, sixth, and final set of people. Here we go Day 6 This day was the New Year’s Eve and we set off on a trip to some rental houses we, well, rented in the Northern part of Israel. When I made...

How I fell in love with hummus (not really) or why travel to Israel 2

Continued from here Day 3   Slept in late again. This time arguably because of the time difference. By the way, time difference is a son of a bitch. Just throwing it out there. It’s real and you will feel it. Especially once you need to go back to work again. It will hunt you with a vengeance.   Anyhow, this day we went to the Carmel Market. Which is pretty much exactly what you’d expect a market to look like. A noticeable difference were stands with zillion spices.  We didn’t stop nor buy anything, but at some point I...