The Frisky’s former intern extraordinaire, Daley, is studying abroad during her spring semester. Over the next several months, she’ll be writing us dispatches from her studies in Africa.
My butt was starting to ache as his backbone constantly shifted from underneath me. With every step he took, my thumping heart was anticipating a fall as I held on for dear life to the experienced rider in front of me. My legs stretched out farther than they ever have and the blanket placed between us was doing little to subside my distress. It was my third week in South Africa, I had yet to start school, and I was free riding the world’s largest land animal. Keep reading »
Approximately 10 years ago, my mom and I decided were going to become scrapbookers, so we went to the scrapbooking store and bought all the special paper and scissors and decorative stickers that you have to buy in order to join the scrapbooking lifestyle. I spent a week creating two painfully detailed scrapbook pages documenting a family trip to Disneyland, complete with rickrack borders and trip artifacts like ticket stubs and soiled napkins. It was exhausting. I gave up my scrapbooking hobby, but I’m always looking for new, simple ways to document travels and experiences. For example, this cute travel stub diary lets you collect pictures and bits of travel ephemera, and just slide them into the clear plastic pages. Now that’s my kind of scrapbook. [$15, Uncommon Goods]
It took a team of 14 bakers, pastry chefs, and candy artists nearly 3,000 hours to create the world’s first edible pop-up hotel in Soho, London. The Willy Wonka-esque wonderland welcomed its first guests this week, a couple who enjoyed a carpet made of meringues, bouquets of sugar roses, fudge windowsills, spongecake pillows, 100 pieces of edible art, and a clawfoot bathtub full of caramel corn, which sounds incredibly uncomfortable, especially if a stray kernel found its way into one of your body cavities, but that’s neither here nor there. Check out a few more pictures of this massive sugar coma waiting to happen, after the jump! Keep reading »
So, dilemma, you guys! My friends and I are planning a trip this summer to Montana. Big sky country, blah blah blah. Everybody — even my fellow vegan boyfriend — wants to go to a rodeo. Rodeos really make me uncomfortable, and before you assume I’m just assuming they’re terrible, I’ve been to rodeos in both Texas and New Jersey. Yes, I know they’re not as bad as bullfights, but I still don’t like the idea of animals being used for “entertainment” purposes. And while perhaps not as many animals die in rodeos, they’re certainly hurt and maimed for the sake of “sport.” Keep reading »
So, huge news: my boyfriend Nick and I are moving from Portland to Nashville, Tennessee! Remember when we visited last year and were totally smitten with the city? Well, our lease is up at the end of this month, and we’ve decided it’s the right time to give southern living a try. Neither of us has ever done a major move like this. We are incredibly excited. We are totally terrified. And we are full of questions about everything from packing logistics to saying goodbye to our dear friends, which is why I enlisted my lovely and wise coworker Ami, who is something of a moving expert–to give us some guidance. Read on for our moving Q&A, and please feel free to add your own tips and suggestions in the comments (we’ll take any help we can get!).
Alright, take it away, Ami…
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I’ve been meaning to write about my trip to Maui for over a month now, but every time I think about it I’m overwhelmed by memories of tropical relaxation and I have to immediately lie down on the floor and pretend I’m on the beach instead. But now I’m really going to do it, even if I have to put on a swimsuit and sit next to my space heater while I write. So here goes… Keep reading »