I Must Be Cool Now

After gallivanting around Spain and Portugal for five weeks, it was time to come home and get to work. As a child, I spent most of my summers at a new camp every week, learning about animation or volleyball or astronomy. I adored my counselors; it was refreshing to have energetic, caring leaders who weren’t “old” (at age 8, anything…

Cats and La Catedral: Toledo, Spain

I’m a cat person. I’m now getting over vestiges of my childhood fear of dogs, but I’ll always be more comfortable around cats. Except for a two month stint between the death of our beloved Blackie and the adoption of playful Naomi, I’ve had cats continuously since I was four years old. The last place…

Picasso and Dalí

Art museums aren’t my thing. There, I said it. Both early and contemporary art make me feel unintelligent: historical art reminds me that I should know these biblical stories, and modern art seems to wave its abstract hand in front of my face and say “nananananana, you can’t get me!” European tourism is all about churches and art,…