Sleeping In the Airport: Malaga

I wasn’t planning on sleeping in Malaga. My ingenious plan was to beat jetlag before it hit and get on Central Standard Time a day before I left. What that would mean is staying up all night at the airport before catching my 6 AM flight the following morning, then promptly passing out the instant my fat arse hits that cheaply upholstered plane seat. Only, nothing I ever plan typically goes that well. I also made the...

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Sleeping In the Airport: Stansted

Stansted is famous for being a local budget airline hub. As such, hundreds of flights daily go in and out of this medium sized airport carting thousands of budget travelers to and fro around Europe. As such, this airport caters to overnight guests. There are lots of flights leaving before 8 AM and as such, it’s a tempting option to stay at the airport rather than booking at a local hotel or hostel in London as...

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Sleeping In The Airport: Athens

Athens airport sleeping for me was 100% about the money. Coming off of a rather large nearly $1000 car-fixing stint in Spain, I found myself pinching pennies while on Yacht Week 2011. At the end of the trip, after my Sugar Daddy went home, me and Sugar Daddy’s better half (we share nicely) found ourselves scheduled for early morning flights and without much cents for a hotel room at the hugely expensive Sofitel...

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Luck apparently does run out… At least with Delta Airlines

I generally have great luck flying. I’m one of those annoying people who plans little, shows up late and runs onto moving planes. I honestly, have only missed one flight in my entire life. But today, luck told me to eff off, that it’s my turn to suffer, and suffer I did. After an easy 3.5 hour bus ride from San Ambrosio to Málaga, I wasn’t particularly looking forward to the long sitting stint I would be doing, but was...

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Another new Spanish village: Estepona

I've really been horrible about traveling through Spain since I made the move. It's funny, but all the same excuses still apply. I was too busy, work is too stressful, at the end of the day, all I want to do is go to sleep, i don't have enough money, blah blah blah. So one of my New Years Resolutions of 2012 was to get out more. To see more villages and to be a better tourist. And what better time to start than when my parents...

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St. Pat's Chicago Round 2

Because I am a masochist, I like to wake up around 11:30 AM, slowly drag myself into a ceramic prison cell where a mean wall demon shoots a single narrow stream of scalding hot water at me while I jump around naked and freezing except for the one square inch where the water hits where I'm obviously hot… and then upon escaping the prison I spend an hour or so burning parts of my body with an iron and putting paint on my face to...

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Here's to Anthony, He's True Blue….

I've been in the company of Australians on Aussie day several times. My first such experience with the infamous Australia Day was in Italy. There were Australian flags worn as capes and bars crawled around. In general, the Aussies obviously know how to party, so on their independence day, it's no surprise that they go all out.So when an Australian co-worker got stranded in the US on January 26th, I felt the need to facilitate...

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Buongiorno Principessa!!

So I made my official reintroduction to both NYE in America and CouchSurfing all at the same time. As most of you know, I am a huge fan and advocate of CouchSurfing.com and I'd been really excited to get back into my CS groove. I didn't do nearly as much of it as I wanted to in Spain (mostly because I was in a constant state of semi-denial that I actually lived there). So I decided to go big and host a pair of Italians for the...

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