In my mind, there are two types of dreams. The first is the kind that you cultivate for months, years, and even an entire lifetime. The second, however, is the kind that originates from less aspiring (and perhaps idiotic) means. The latter of which is how this dream started. From the moment my client uttered the words "Colonel Saunders has a fried chicken restaurant at his house not too fair from here", I dedicated my inner being to pursuing the dream of delicious fried chicken in my belly.Read More
This weekend in Kentucky, I learned that it takes two days to completely shift my sleep schedule and become a vampire. One day for continual napping, and then one day to sleep off the 13 hours of darkness you've just experienced consciously. As I finish with my last (hopefully) night shift at work, I can say that it has been a mixed bag of pros and cons. For example:
- Pro: you become very acquainted with what time coffee shops open and close.
- Pro: if you like eggs for dinner, there's a plethora of dining options after work.
- Con: it's 4:15 a.m. and I've only seen 8 hours of sunlight over the last 72 hours.
The local coffee and tea purveyors of Louisville are now very much familiar with my traipsing in and out: at 3 PM for breakfast at Hillbilly Tea, 6 PM for a caffeine ration to last me through the night at Please & Thank You, and a 7 AM stop at 6th and Main before hitting the morning traffic. The last few days have been a continual (but delicious) supply of caffeine.Read More
I traveled to New York City last weekend for Labor Day. In all, I probably gained 10 pounds there, what with all of the food I shoveled down my stomach. Aside from dining at my usual haunts in Koreatown, some friends coordinated a walking food tour of the up-and-coming Crown Heights neighborhood in Brooklyn, set up by our fearless leader Jack.Read More
Let me preface this entire blog with, "yes again."
For those of you who have seen the multiple iterations of my blogs in the last decade, I apologize. However, like a moth to a flame, I can't help myself. I love writing, and I can't help but find myself stuck in hotel rooms and airports with very little to do.
For those of you who are meandering through this page for the first time, I say, hello and welcome! My name is Vivian, and the first and only thing you could possibly need to know about me is that I travel... a lot. I eat... a lot. I shop... a lot. And, I write about all of that and more... way less than I should. Thus, the purpose of the blog is just to serve as a continuous documentation of the crazy adventures I (and the many others I meet) have here, there, and everywhere.
Clearly, the website is still very much a work in progress. I'm not going to promise that it's going to be one "bucket." Let's face it... It's going to be many things.
If you do have an excellent tip, story, or are willing to let me follow you around with a notebook or a camera for an afternoon, feel free to send me a message or tweet me off to the side. In any case, it'll be a fun ride.