A Day in Minneapolis

“What if we went to Minneapolis instead of staying another night in South Dakota?” Matt asked. Next thing I knew, my plans were out the window and I was frantically messaging Britta to ask if we could stay with her during our spur-of-the-moment detour.  Originally the idea stressed me out (I hate when plans change, especially…

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,…