Welcome readers! For those of you who, let’s be honest here, aren’t related to me, I’m Ashley. Home to me is Tennessee but I’m currently living in Boston. That’s me above, at pretty much the happiest moment of my life. I’m wearing my favorite dirndl, showing off a new* pretzel necklace, with one of my two favorite things in each hand. I’m at Oktoberfest in Munich, Germany, getting copiously drunk on gemütlichkeit.
I have an addiction… no, an infatuation… an obsession! I’m fanatical for travel. For planning trips and learning languages. For taking, editing, and sharing photographs. For fantasizing about countries I hope to visit someday. And for absorbing with sponge-like tenacity as much as I feasibly can about every culture and corner of this floating space rock we live on. Physically you can find me at my work desk, on the couch at home under a pile of cats, or swinging from the local flying trapeze rig (you can’t make this stuff up); but mentally I am in a faraway land undoubtedly butchering a beautiful language (I can’t help that I’ve got a Southern accent that just won’t quit!).
This will not be the last FRIENDS reference you will see…
If I’m not actually on a trip, then rest assured I am reminiscing about one or planning the next. And guess what? I can’t wait to tell you all about it! If it’s travel tips you’re hoping for, I have some of those. For instance, practice perfect your autograph; some countries have different definitions of celebrity than ours and you just might need it. Don’t try to wing it, trust me. Or on a more serious note, take your passport with you every time you get on a plane so as to avoid the risk of getting detained by the intolerant and very angry Venezuelan government. I can help you with things like when and where it is acceptable to order a cappuccino: In Italy, only before noon. In Germany, during Oktoberfest, well, never. It doesn’t matter how exhausted you are, how many planes you took to get there, how many time zones you flew through, or how many hours (days) since you last slept, YOU. ARE. DRINKING. A. BEER. And it’s gonna be a big one.
Perhaps it’s captivating photos of foreign places you are looking for. Well, bear with me, I’m trying awfully hard but still learning how to really operate my camera. That being said, if it’s photography tips you seek, move along… but please report back and help a sister out! Mastering the Fuji is already on my list of New Year’s Resolutions: 2015 Edition, and with an 87.5% success rate (I actually did the math), you are bound to see some grade A, top choice photography (of my cats) in the coming posts.
Maybe you want to know where to find the most delicious frutti di mare in Italy, the most decadent dessert bar in Okinawa, or the tastiest Biángbiáng noodles in New York City. If so, foodies stay tuned! Anyone who knows me, again which you probably do (hi mama!), knows I’m all about the noodles, even when I have to eat them out of a steaming hot toilet. More on that later…
So why am I here? Other than to compel you to question my eating habits? Well, to share some quality experiences and some slightly questionable decisions, to cope with my post-vacation blues (and being from Memphis, TN, I’m quite familiar with the blues), to stockpile my research in one place, to scratch a fairly bothersome writing itch I’ve had my entire life, and because I’m 31 years old and still don’t know how to do my own hair and makeup so a style blog is entirely out of the question.
* This is Pretzel Necklace, Episode 3. ‘Tis a tragic tale of a cheap souvenir that has taken on a life of it’s own in my household.