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Travel Books: Taste: My Life Through Food by Stanley Tucci
I’ve always loved Stanley Tucci’s portrayal of Nigel in The Devil Wears Prada. Recently I was browsing the book aisle and his face jumped out at me. Kudos on the cover design, Gallery books! I knew very little about Tucci, so when I purchased Taste: My Life Through Food by Stanley Tucci I had no real expectations. Throughout this memoir, Tucci shares stories about how food played a major influence on his childhood and continues to do so throughout his adult life. Growing up in the era where families gathered around the table for dinner every night and as part of an Italian family, meals played a large part in…
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No Hielo – A Cuba Travel Tale
I blame Hemingway. And my love for sweet, fruity cocktails. Picture it: Cuba, 2018, a bar that shall remain nameless (but touts a connection to Ernest himself), and daiquiris. I love me some daiquiris! What’s the first rule of international travel? Don’t drink the water. This is a story of how ice is (shockingly) made from, you guessed it, water. Ice is not your friend in Cuba. Cocktails in Cuba Three friends walk into a Havana bar, where they’re promptly and blatantly ignored by the bartender for a solid 20 minutes. Unbeknownst to each other, each of the friends is thinking how ridiculous the wait is and that maybe they…
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Travel Books: Nowhere Girl by Cheryl Diamond
One of my goals for 2022 was to read more non-fiction. Enter: Nowhere Girl by Cheryl Diamond. I was at Barnes & Noble looking for something to read while I sat in yet another hospital waiting room as they ran test upon test on my father (but that’s a story for another day). I was sucked in by the cover of Nowhere Girl and added it to the stack of books I left the store with. Cheryl Diamond spent her childhood adventuring around the world with her family. Along with her parents, her older brother, and sister, she hopped from country to country and continent, not settling in any one…
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Manifesting Billionaire’s Pool | The Brando, Tahiti
36-ish hours. That was all the time I got to spend at The Brando in Tahiti. I was coming off a week on the Paul Gaughin and the same PR team that arranged that trip arranged a brief stopover at The Brando which had only opened a few months before. Upon landing I was greeted with the requisite tropical cocktail and a handsome ukulele-playing Tahitian. From the second I stepped into my one-bedroom villa, I knew I was never leaving. Since I’m currently writing this from my home in Orlando, you know how that went. But I did seriously contemplate missing my flight off the island. All though it’s a…