A Marshmallow for Robert
I’ve always had a fear of college cafeterias. That whole walking around with a tray thing, trying to figure out where to sit, hoping you won’t…
Fire and Ice (and no, not Game of Thrones)
In approximately 9 hours, I’m flying to Iceland. Why? Well, in this case, the more appropriate question is “why not?” For the first time EVER, the…
Travel Blooper Friday: My Brooklyn Disappearing Act
With the start of the school year just around the corner (thanks for reminding me, Target, and every other retail establishment in America), I thought today…
Travel Blooper Friday: (Ano)the(r) Great Underwear Debacle
It’s Friday, which means its time to stop talking weddings and start talking travel bloopers. Here’s one from high school, and like last week’s (in which…
Once Upon a Place: The Elusive Parisian Campsite Bargain
All this talk about Greece and the Central European Bank has reminded me of the time that my family went to Europe. I’m thinking about France…
El Tiempo in El Salvador’s Colonial Suchitoto
There is something wrong. I know we were supposed to be at the patio for breakfast by 7:00am, and I know I’m at the right patio…
El Salvador: There are No Bathrooms in the Mangroves
El Salvador, 2015: It’s our first day out of San Salvador and between the drive down to the coast, the boat ride through the mangrove forest…
Press Trip Quandaries: How Much Luggage is Too Much?
As soon as I get to Houston I start scanning the departure gate for people who look like press. Being that this is my first press…
How To Date A British Guy: The Rules
As demonstrated by my rather deplorable track record during my time in the UK, I don’t know the first thing about dating British men. I tried–…
Technically, We “Went” to the Gym
For our cruise to Bermuda, I packed six pairs of shoes, five bathing suits, four dresses, three hats, two gowns, and an entire week’s worth of…
Anthropology on Deck 10
I am officially old. I know this because on Day #1 of our cruise to Bermuda, The Wedding Date and I plunked ourselves down on a…
That Damn Bermuda Triangle
Well folks, it’s over. No more strolling down the beach hand in hand. No more champagne. No more salsa. No more waltzing-even-though-nobody-else-is-waltzing. No more falling asleep…
Kat Echevarría Richter 