I'm often mistaken for Italian. Occasionally, Spanish. No one ever thinks I'm French. When I say I am, they cock their head like my dog does when I ask if he wants a baby goat. Eventually they go "huh"... like it's obvious, but they really don't see it. One of the weirdest parts of my … Continue reading I’ve always wanted to tango
Amsterdam
Damn Amsterdam
People often suggest that Amsterdam is the ideal setting for your first trip to Europe. Those people must be high. Which is probably why they love Amsterdam. I’m not really a fan of big cities. I hate New York. I commuted there to work for nearly two years, and I couldn’t stand the crowds, being … Continue reading Damn Amsterdam
