It’s been a long & eventful year (2017-18), now that I come to think of it. A year of many new experiences, from moving all the way to Long Island by ourselves to exploring some of the most varied landscapes that America has to offer.
My rendezvous with Chicago happened in the year 2016. We had a meager budget, three-days to visit Chicago, hunt for apartments, sign a rental agreement and be back to Cincinnati! It didn’t matter how strained we were for time or money because the excitement of moving to a new city in my own apartment superseded anything. Continue reading An Ode to the Windy City
Someone once told me that Gatlinburg looks like a carnival.
Since then I had been curious that how can a town in America look like a carnival all the time?! Only when I went there last year, I could see that it indeed reflects the mirage of a carnival.
Delhi has been home for more than 20 years. Despite the accusations about its notorious nature, I have a distinct fondness for the city. Delhi angers, agitates, irritates, excites, soothes, all at the same time on any given day. But, it has survived the wrath of time gracefully and has been rebuilt seven times. There’s a stubborn resilience.
It’s been long since I last watched a food show that’s focused on food trucks.
I would, however, always remember watching food trucks of America on TV many years back with my brother and drooling over the food.
Continue reading Which street would you find these food trucks on?!
In 2010, I went on my first and only girls trip to Simla, India. One thing I distinctly remember from that trip is finding a waterfall after a mild trek on one of the hills. I don’t remember the name of the waterfall because that wasn’t famous and frequented at all by tourists.
There started my penchant for waterfalls! And, the excitement of finding a hidden waterfall after trekking for miles.
I love water bodies, from the shores, since I strangely forgot to swim after not practicing for a decade or so.
While traveling, a lot of interactions, incidences, moments happen and few of them always make a mark in your memory. You don’t need something extraordinary to remember those instances, at times you just feel a connect with a particular cafe, art museum, person or a national park maybe.
One such restaurant recently caught my fancy, mainly because of our lovely server. Continue reading And, we went back to Pucci’ Pizzeria
