We've all seen it: people being rude to the staff, the tourists who avoid contact with locales or never even leave the hotel, and those that only patronize big franchises or tourists traps while abroad. Heck, I used to scout for the green mermaid like a Godsend before I had an international data plan, spending… Continue reading The Responsibilities of Tourists
"Another round?" Shamelessly, I wanted to visit with Enrique again and of course claim my 3rd glass of his velvety port. "Guapa. You are having fun?" Call me guapa one more time, I thought mischievously. "Yes! And I'm going dancing with you tonight!" His eyes widened as he smiled. "Bryan me invita!" I explained in my broken Spanish.
In Buenos Aires, the doors took hold of my attention and then in Madrid, the resemblance of ornate doorways made it clear where the influence orginated. The architecture, overall was so captivating, but on every street, narrow or wide, it was the balconies that dominated the scene. Romeo could have easily called out to his… Continue reading The Balconies of Madrid
While in the artsy neighborhood of Palermo-Soho, I quickly developed a strong admiration for not only the vibrant people that lived there, but for the architecture. With influences mashing up Parisian romance and Italian renaissance, it was hard to believe I was in the deep south! My affinity honed in on the doors and entrances… Continue reading ARGENTINA: The Doors of Buenos Aires