Devouring life, one bite at a time
I read the greatest book just before leaving for New York. Blood, Bones and Butter by Gabrielle Hamilton was like a woman’s take on No Reservations by Anthony Bourdain, another food writer I adore but with a masculinity I can’t relate to. I found much …
Fish tacos at Haab was one of the best treats while I was in Brooklyn. Loved the decor, and even though I had a lengthy one-dish meal on my own, no one was rushing me. Quite the opposite! They went out of their way to …
Eaves bravely lives abroad in the Middle East, Egypt and New Zealand, travels though Papua New Guinea and the Inca Trail, and sails the South Pacific. I want to go with her on her next voyage.
I have not had the luxury of romance abroad, but could identify with Eaves’ addiction to freedom and spontaneity that traveling alone provides. I understand the need for independence, and the conflicts surrounding the complexities of the human heart. Navigating the globe is far easier for some than navigating one’s own feelings and instincts.
I think it’s time to start planning a trip.