The starting point for my almost-a-month in Colombia, Cartagena is a bustling tourist destination that welcomes guests from around South America and the rest of the world. I spent a total of almost six days in this colonial city– here are some of the highlights. Eat Cartagena is on Caribbean coast of Colombia and, …
I recently made a trip down to Denver International Airport, a 2.5 hour drive, for a 10-minute appointment. Then I drove 2.5 hours back.
Yes. A 10-minute appointment.
But, I didn’t complain because that five hours and 10 minutes will save me an infinite amount of time–and frustration–in the future. At least, that’s the plan.
I attended the Great American Beer Festival (GABF) two weekends ago in Denver. Now that I have (somewhat) recovered, I feel like I can honestly and succinctly write about it. It was amazing. Succinct enough for you? All joking aside, I have to admit that I went into the GABF with a few preconceived notions that …
I don’t remember exactly what year it was, but I think I was in fifth grade. I do remember being incredibly excited to be going to a concert. My first real concert.
My parents were taking my sister and me to see Kenny Rogers and Dolly Parton in Columbia, SC.
I don’t like funerals. I don’t look at open caskets. I’m not one for platitudes or pats on the shoulder or being told that God just needed another angel to heaven. It’s a nice thought, but I’m not quite sure that God was putting together a foursome and thought of Papa. Who knows—maybe that’s exactly what happened.
But I do love the civilities of being Southern and the rituals of a Southern funeral. This is not to say that a Northern funeral is not as nice. I’m sure it is. But I remember attending the funeral in high school when my Northern grandmother died. It wasn’t the same.
I love postcards. I love picking them out, finding just the right image for the right person. I love writing them, figuring out how much will fit into the blank space, judging how much of a story I can tell without running out of room. I love the idea that, in this day of email and Facebook posts and Instagram, I can send a brightly colored card from wherever I happen to be and, hopefully, make the recipient happy that they opened their mailbox that day. I know I’m always happy when I receive one.
While it’s a well known fact that I love beer, I also love whisky and, by association, its American cousin: bourbon. I’m always up for a learning experience and when I heard that Breckenridge Distillery was hosting a bourbon bottling party, I signed up as fast as my little fingers could type.