ALBURQUERQUE – The parking was horrendous; the food was marvelous (I ate my weight in funnel cakes). But the balloons were pure spectacularness, and I didn't even go up in one.
HUE – Let me just say that I'm a pretty confident cook. Not this time. I spilled everywhere. I couldn't spread the batter. I couldn't lift the crepe without knotting it into a crumbled mess.
BROOKLYN – I've always wanted to go to Comic-Con but have never made it. How different could Austen-Con be? Watch what happens when 750 Jane Austen fans gather in period costume.
SAVERDUN, France – Everyone knew everyone. When the president made his toast, it ended in a nearly-naked conga line followed by a brass band that serenaded each lady in turn. (Ah, the French.)
ISTANBUL – My new favorite city. Imagine New York and San Francisco going away on a drug-induced weekend of lust and giving birth to an Argentinean Muslim.
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Summer is travel-to-Italy season. What does that mean? You will meet a new pasta shape. You will yell at the GPS. And you'll wonder if you're in the right Monte. And that's just the beginning.
BERMUDA – The island is covered in tropical plants and brightly painted cottages with white roofs. Lemon yellow, peach, salmon pink — even the churches come in sea-foam green and turquoise.
