The City of Constant Change

Old City will always have certain memories for me. I will hold the memories of walking down its streets, underage, with a liquor blush warming my cheeks. Holding onto my friends as we laughed about the events that had just unfolded.

I will remember my birthday when a dear friend went shopping with me in Center City (against his wishes) and was determined to get me to The Ritz to see Wes Anderson’s new film. Our feet were so sore by the end of the night, practically yelling at us. Our broke asses didn’t have enough money for a round-trip on the subway and we ended up walking from Center City to old, racing against the clock. We learned that night that Center City is a lot more than 5 blocks from Old City, and we felt it the next day.

Two weeks I made a new memory in Old City. As I sat in front of Independence Hall in a nice shirt with my hair pinned back I realized something. The days of underage drinking, not having enough money for the subway, and being a teenager were over. As I sat there for my corporate interview I realized that this was a new path I was venturing down in life. These previous paths are not ones I regret, but hold dear to my heart.

Sitting on that bench in my dress clothes with a portfolio in hand made me realize I was becoming an adult. And, in that moment I felt excited.

I’m excited for what life brings me, for I know it has never been dull. As I watched people walk through the square I realized this was where i needed to be. If I got the job or not, I needed to be in this exact spot, this exact city. Philadelphia has made me realize a lot. It had me grow up, grow with some, and apart from others. It’s my place of constant change.

How will it change me now?

Thank You!

100 followers! Wow! That’s amazing!

It’s all thanks to you guys, the readers that keep coming back and keep on reading this blog.

A month ago I decided to put all my travel memories in a place where they would be safe. Somewhere I could come back and reminisce when I wanted to relive a specific night or trip. I also wanted a format that would last, so if my memory starts to slip away years from now I can search this blog and see all the adventures I had.

I never started this with the intention of having followers, but here you are! I know I also say that this is a book blog, but it is lightly. I read when I can, and when I find a book great enough to brag about I post it on here!

Mostly, this is a travel blog. I want you guys to realize that being a traveler (talking to the locals and hanging out with them) is a great way to travel, don’t be a tourist! I hope my blog helps you to realize that and gives you the push to talk to someone the next time you’re traveling. Ask where their favorite place to eat is or even where they like to drink espresso.

Now, all this safely of course. Ask a waiter or a barista. Don’t just go up to some random guy on the street. Trust your gut. From my experience if I have an off feeling about someone while out of the country I veer away from them. Listen to your intuition! Travel with a friend. This will ensure you will always have a buddyand you will never be alone. Also, great memories for the two of you to share later on!


I understand the world can be a scary place, but it’s the people that are the most frightening. Only us, as people can change that and make the world a better place.

When you read this blog I hope you see that traveling isn’t bad. You just have to be smart about being a traveler in a foreign country or place. I hope my experiences give you the push you need to go on that trip you have been wanting to plan for years, now is the perfect time!

Again, THANK YOU FOR 100 FOLLOWERS! This is a milestone and you are all amazing!

Keep on traveling and never stop being adventurous!



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Side Note: The Best Drink in Italy

I will tell you about my favorite drink, hands down, in all of Italia.

It was not a specific brand or type of wine. It was not a homemade concoction or even something a bartender whipped up behind the counter.

It was the majestic liquid that is Meloncello.

A shot of Meloncello on the rocks

Now you can make Meloncello homemade, just like you can make Limoncello in the comfort of your kitchen. But I fell in love with the manufactured stuff, so I can only imagine how heavenly the homemade drink is.

So what is Meloncello? It’s vodka, melon juice, water, and sugar. You mix it up, let it sit for a while, and then enjoy!

Michi and I drank so much of this, the the local bars ran dry! I felt so bad, but it’s something I didn’t really see or never had in the states! And also take a moment and look at the size of that shot, it only cost me two Euros!

Summer in a bottle. If you can get this imported, do it!


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Finding Beauty Everywhere: Back Alley

Every time we head to the pub everyone parks their cars in the same spot, walks the same alley way, and ends up at the same entrance.

It’s a force of habit. We have become so intertwined in the same cycle that nothing seems special about this trek to the bar.

As I was walking through the alley the other night, it occurred to me that this would be a great opportunity to seek out beauty. There had to be something beautiful about this walk, this spot of the town, that kept people coming from all over the country to see.

As I was walking I changed my point of view. Instead of looking down, making sure not to misstep, I looked up.

That’s when I saw the sunset reaching over the brick building. The bay window, that is as old as the town itself, overlooks those drinking below. String lights can be seen, indicating casual drinkers enjoying their evening. Even phone lines dice through the image, showing another era that is soon to be forgotten.

This photo shows so many eras in a single snapshot.

Even though I dread being trapped in a small town, I just have to search for that breathtaking moment and it makes me realize that this is a pretty spot. People travel here for a reason. It is beautiful.

Sometimes it’s hard to feel stuck in one place. But, a change of perspective is all you need to make that place bearable for another night.