I've Got a Bridge in Brooklyn I Can Sell Ya'

I never knew seasons before I moved to the East Coast.

I knew hot and dry, not so hot and dry, and the terror of driving San Diego freeways in the *occasional* rain. Before living in Philadelphia, I thought cold was 55 degrees.

It takes about 6 years of living in a region with four distinct seasons to really appreciate Perfect Weather. I’m not talking 72 and sunny, take-it-for-granted Southern California weather, but that crisp, on-the-verge-of-a-new season, mild sun, bright-blue skies weather that bookends summer.

Everything I Know About Canada I Learned from “How I Met Your Mother”: Road Trip Day 2

Canada is different from America. Logically, we knew that -- it is a different country after all -- but I guess in a way we didn't really believe it.

Scott: "The green light is blinking. I don't know what that means. WHY is the green light blinking?"

Me: "I think it means you can turn left. You know, because the car in front of you turned left when the green light started blinking."

The little green crosswalk man is different in Canada too. In a good way. Isn't he SO CUTE!

Compatibility Testing: The Road Trip, Day 1

When Scott and I decided to embark on a mini-adventure road trip to Niagara Falls and Toronto over Fourth of July weekend, we didn’t really consider what being in a car together for very long stretches of time actually means.

Make Sure to Wear Your Waterproof Mascara

A slow, steady mist rises in the distance, obscuring the view of the city on the other side.

"Is that from the falls," we wonder? Indeed, it is our first clue that the Niagara Falls are just moments away. (You know, that and all the signs announcing Niagara Falls! This way!)

We hear them before we see them, a low thundering static sound, drowning the voices of the other tourists.  Over the ledge we catch the first glimpse, a cloudy white cascade of foam, sunlight throwing rainbows into the spray.

Words I Never Thought I'd Say...

Last night, Scott and I stayed at the Motel 6 near the Buffalo, NY Airport.

I haven't stayed in a Motel 6 in ages, and I didn't come in expecting much so I won't spend much time discussing its merits (or lack thereof). If you're in the mood for a road trip to Buffalo (come on, I know you are!), here's the best I can do in terms of a review. It's quiet, it's convenient, there's free morning coffee in the lobby, and the TV remote control is bolted to the bedside table.