Dear Twosocks, There is definitely a strange emotional bond between men in my life and soccer. My dad loved soccer so much that he kicked me out of the room for shouting at the screen during matches, effectively ending my brief fling with the sport… Read More
Since I last shared my Prague adventures, I have celebrated my birthday in Berlin, made countless soccer freaks jealous for visiting Santiago Bernabeu in Madrid and Nou Camp in Barcelona, did yoga before the Mediterranean sea in Sicily, and feasted on ruins and pasta in… Read More
The Mean Girl shook me violently and I abruptly woke up all panicked, thinking that robbers were hijacking the bus we took from Vienna to Prague, the last leg of our winter escapade. Luckily robbers were not the case, the emergency was the stunning view… Read More
“What if Justin Timberlake moved to Europe? He’d probably choose Paris or Berlin” My ears perked up. I was in my room, pondering where to travel for my birthday. My last two birthdays were spent on the road: I sailed on the Musi river and… Read More
The Dusty Sneakers 