A river winding lovingly around Baroque buildings. Classical music filling the air. A fortress overlooking the small cobblestone streets. A vibrant art scene. A backdrop of breathtaking mountains. Ugh. Gross.. Read More.
“Are you married?”, the customs officer asks me expectantly. I put on the universal smile of I-Don’t-Speak-Your-Language-But-Please-Let-Me-In-Your-Country that has proven so useful to me in the past, and shrug in. Read More.