Postcards from Hamburg

There’s something about Europe that’s just automatically charming. Maybe the architecture, the cobblestone, the history, (sometimes the people). I spent five years living in Germany as a child but never made it to Hamburg until this week, and at first blush, it’s beautiful.

When is the best time to book a flight?

There’s no shortage of theories out there on when the deals are best: Tuesdays, always Tuesdays because the sales go up on Mondays. No, Monday is best but it has to be at some off-peak time like 4:00 a.m. Also, don’t search too many times from the same computer because they (they as in the powers that control flight prices, whoever that technically is) will know you really want it and you’ll never see the deal. So what’s really true?

Love + travel: do they go together?

If I had a dollar for every time someone told me I’ll never find a mate if I keep traveling, I could take all those ill gotten bills and buy a plane ticket. I had someone even say to me recently: “When you finally settle down, you’ll be able to say hey husband, look at all these great things I did before.” As though I’ll be dead and grounded with a ring on my finger.