I know that what I’m about to relate isn’t real, at least I don’t think it is, but I think that I myself am a plague on the nations I love most. For whatever bizarre reason, when I leave a place after a few weeks of being there and falling madly in love with the culture, a devastating earthquake seems to strike. I was in Turin, Italy last year when there was a minor earthquake that shook the buildings. It spilled some of my wine. Truly a traumatizing moment.
LOVE: National Geographic’s “History” Magazine: My favorite magazine that isn’t trashy gossip, fashion, or architecture is National Geographic. It’s the only periodical that I read from cover to cover. I […]
Monday: Why don’t you whip up dozens of soups and store them in the freezer? Now that September is here, autumn has arrived in my mind, and now I crave […]
LOVE: Hello Fresh: I have been hearing about these grocery boxes forever. I’ve always been intrigued but never ordered one since I like grocery shopping and have little interest in […]
SEPTEMBER: I became passionate about Elvira. She’s a national treasure, and Mistress of the Dark is a masterpiece. I was missing France, so I drank a lot of Perrier Menthes and sulked […]
Monday: Why don’t you get a subtle tattoo of the Parisian Métro on your arm? It’ll be convenient when you’re trying to get to the Jardin du Luxembourg from the […]
LOVE: Omelettes: Omelettes are my favorite things again. A post shared by Benjamin Phillips (@bdphillips) on May 14, 2014 at 1:13pm PDT One of my more popular Twitter posts went […]