I seemed to have had quite a few conversations recently about how these books defined my childhood. Maybe it’s time to revisit them, from the very beginning. 

Chocolate, strawberries and rosé. Just another Whatevertine’s Day. 

christophethefish:

This is so friggin epic it deserves a non-travel related re-blog. 

tennisbg:

everythingtaboo:

Melbourne Park | Home of the Australian Open

6 days until AO’2012

I miss Melbourne. I miss Summer. 

federerroger:

Roger Federer - World Tour Finals Champion in 2003, 2004, 2006, 2007, 2010, 2011

I know this is my travel blog and shit, BUT THIS IS GETTING A REBLOG.

When your coffee gets a little dull … 

I normally don’t buy souvenirs when I’m travelling, because it has to be either exquisitely designed and locally made, or so hilariously tacky and made-in-China that I buy it just for laughs.

In my nerdy ways, I do however get a book for every city I visit, and so far, San Francisco, LA, New York and Boston have all gotten their own book. 

Can you guess which book belongs to which city? 

A

N

S

W

E

R

S:

San Fran: The Fall of America - by A. Ginsberg

LA: Mirroring People - by a certain M. Iacoboni ;) 

NYC: Washington Square - by H. James

Boston: Constitution of the United States with the Declaration of Independence and the Articles of Confederation - by … Americans

(Shut up. I’m still a law student.) 

xx 

I haven’t been to the US Open until I say this: EVERYTHING LOOKED LIKE ANTS.

INCLUDING ACTUAL ANTS. 

6 months of my life. One suitcase. One backpack, one handbag.

I told you it wasn’t THAT much.

xx

Packing NINJA Doots

Carry on. From left to right:

1. Nikon D5000 + Tamron 18-200mm f/3.5-6.3 lens

2. 11’ MacBook Air. My TRUE LOVE.

3. Le Petit Prince Limited Edition Moleskine.

4. Giant bag full of power chords and chargers.

5. Kindle. With whom I cheat on my MBA.

6. Filofax, post-its, highlighters and pens. ‘cause I’m dysfunctional without them.

7. Sunnies.

8. Passport.

9. Lonely Planet.

10. Oroton travel clutch.

11. Cheapo Android phone.

12. iPod touch, headphones and USB chord.

13. Wallet.

Yup. I’m fucked.