I rolled out of bed at 1:00 pm today. Not too sure if I should blame the jetlag or those crazy apple martinis slash champagne cocktails. I’m sticking with jetlag. The day was spent going through 200 e-mails and rehydrating. It was Liza’s birthday and she invited me to a private birthday party at her…
We stroll the pristine streets of Stockholm, chatting about travel, life, and my plans for the next few weeks. In moments, we reach the club.
Unlike many international carriers, Icelandair does not a First Class. They have a Saga Class. What is great, is the real meaning for the word “saga” which I found at the University of British Columbia: “The word saga “has been translated out of its original meaning, “She-Who-Speaks,” that is, an oracular priestess, such as were…
Chicks who fly rock! And I am about to board an Icelandair plane that is being flown by a woman. She is the pilot, her husband is the co-pilot and her two kids are also on the flight. Icelandair is a great way to fly to Europe. I am leaving from SFO, but they also…
I leave for Europe tonight, and although I have vowed to spend my dollars on things that are in Euros, I had to go check out the new Bloomingdale’s. Stephanie and I were invited to a private press opening and the general manager Alan Svensen took us on a VIP tour of his 5-story…
This just in: it’s okay to have a good, old fashioned lotion, cream and gel party in your carryon again. Well shut my mouth and lather me up! Before we send you back to your regularly scheduled program, in this case sultry and surly secrets from Stephanie’s Italian voyage, let me take a minute to…
This weekend we met the most awesome couple ever! Robert and Maryam Scoble. He is a world-famous blogger and she is a very talented marketing and technology maven. Finding out, they live a few blocks away from us, and we have a great afternoon hanging out. They said that I should do a video blog…