I’ve been super lucky in my life to travel quite a bit. I could never pick my favorite country/destination/city, BUT what I can do is recount some of my favorite eats, epic experiences, and legit, off-the-beaten-path excursions.
If I could go back in time to one moment it would be for the world’s best falafel. Yes, my wedding and the birth of my child certainly gave me the feels. But this falafel is HEAVEN. When I was in Athens these little (read: huge) sandwiches were heaven wrapped up in a doughy crispy pita.
I am not a risk-seeker. By nature I am a rule follower, analytical thinker (yes yes, overly analytical to the point of craziness). Danger to me is a side ponytail situation. Seriously, side ponies are living wild, ladies. But when I got on the snow mobile on the top of a glacier I became Ms. Danger. I was full throttle, leave the group behind, carve my own path, hi-ho silver. I admit, I flipped the snowmobile on top of myself (just bruised knees and ego), but laughed the minute I got up. It was the most free I’ve ever felt. Highly recommend letting your risk flag fly high on this thing.
Yep. I’m on the moon.
I’m going to have to figure out how to make these on the blog because they are Prague’s answer to the crack epidemic. Who needs drugs when you can eat trkjlijfelwjfe (ok, it’s actually Trdlo, but this spelling reflects my pronunciation).
Ice cream is by far my favorite thing on the planet. In fact, while writing this I just ate two ice cream bars. I’m breastfeeding, I need the calories. Don’t judge me. In Paris we thought we stopped in on a little ice cream shop, but it was oh so much more. In 35 seconds she suuuuurved me up this beauty. Layers upon layers of flavors.
I am unintentionally holding these like they are my ta-tas…
So, what are you waiting for? Go jump on that snowmobile with your dessert crack-substitute in hand, with the best Greek, African lunch in your belly, and finish your day with a little ta-ta flower ice cream.
You are welcome, America.