• Travel Tales

    Paris, Here I Come

    Just before the holidays, a dear, generous aunt shared over dinner that she had a trip to Paris planned for March, including an extra bed available in the Airbnb apartment booked for the week. I had my ticket to the City of Lights confirmed practically before the day was out. The last time I was in Paris was over a decade ago for a whirlwind 36 hours. I was abroad for the very first time, visiting a friend in England and I took advantage of my student status to book a cheap train to France, figuring I didn’t know when I’d be that close to the Eiffel Tower again. And while they’re 36…

  • Travel Tales

    Feet Ten Feet Off of Beale

    Back in March, I got word that my BFF’s husband was planning something special for her birthday at the end of April, and would I be around to join the fun? Um, yes. Yes I would. This is one of the best parts of being home again, the chance to be a part of these adventures without a moment’s hesitation, being able to say yes without a second thought. There’s no need for a plane ticket, no need for a big trip across the country; these are my people and it’s still not gotten old that I get to be a part of their lives again. The plan was this: rent…

  • City Stories,  Travel Tales

    A Date with NYC: Post-script

    A year after moving away, I got myself back to New York for a weekend and anticipation was high, to say the least. I am happy to report that the trip not only lived up to expectations, it surprised and delighted in ways I never could have guessed, making it all the more memorable. I flew out after work on Wednesday and made my way to my room in Park Slope, a tiny second-floor spot in a brownstone owned by a lovely woman who’d lived there for 35-plus years. She welcomed me warmly at nearly midnight, and I settled in quickly, buzzing with good energy being back in the city…

  • Travel Tales

    SXSW: the Good, the Bad, the BBQ

    In 2009, I was working full-time at a tech company building some serious client-facing experience and learning the digital marketing ropes while I toiled away at the Indy Film Fest on nights and weekends. Sometime late that year, it occurred to me that I could take advantage of the company’s conference policy – employees on my team could attend one career-centered conference a year – while bolstering my film festival cred at the same time. The magic event? That grown-up Spring Break that descends on Austin each March, SXSW. So it was that I attended my first SX (read: South By) in 2010, dedicating the first part of my week to…

  • Cinephilia,  Travel Tales

    TIFF40: 9 days, 24 films

    Ten years ago, I was waiting tables at an Italian restaurant and trying to figure out what to do with a Communications degree. I knew I loved film and was bound and determined to figure out a way to make a living in it. When I pictured where I’d land, I told myself I wanted to find a career that included festival travel as part of the job description. Think about it: traveling to world-class cities to see the latest independent film, discovering new work and meeting the people making it all happen. What’s not to love? The answer, I’ve come to learn, is pretty much nothing. I just returned from…

  • Travel Tales

    Reykjavik, part 2

    *Editor’s Note: I’m writing this several weeks after the trip, life and all kept me from getting this sorted before now.  The quickest way to watch a week go by is by having a fantastic one, and by the time our return flight to Reykjavik and the States rolled around, I could hardly believe it was time. We’d chosen to travel to London in the first place because it is so approachable, because it could be a city we decide to live in, like Chicago or San Francisco or New York. That familiarity and comfort meant we relaxed into our surroundings in no time, making more space for fun. But…