The Best of the Everywhereist

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Jun 6, 2011

Okay, so it’s a little early for a year-in-review, right? I mean, it’s June. But hey, that apparently didn’t stop Time Magazine from writing up the best blogs of 2011 … and, um … apparently I made the cut. Believe me: no one is more surprised than I am.

I mean, secretly I always hoped people would find my blog useful/interesting/entertaining, but I was also convinced for a long time that Dustin Diamond was actually Beastie Boy Mike D‘s little brother. And I am still absolutely positive to this day that Duran Duran actually sings “Mysterious Ways” (please do NOT tell me otherwise.)  The point is, I can’t trust my brain.

Fortunately, having an unreliable brain doesn’t seem to be a road-block to blogging . Judging by my crazed fellow travel bloggers out there, it might just be a requirement.

So, while I try to calm myself down from all of this crazy excitement (Seriously. This. Is. Awesome.), I’ve compiled a list of my top posts from the last year (and beyond). Of course, they’re my opinion of what my top posts have been … and you know how unreliable that brain of mine is.

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The Danish Village of Solvang. (A brief exchange between myself and my husband as we walked through the streets of this central California town – Me: “Can we move here?” Rand: “No.”)

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My experience with the new TSA screenings. By the time you read this, getting on a plane will require a pelvic exam.

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Horrific Temptations and the Golden Gate Bridge. How spending time at the most suicidal spot on the planet makes me crazy introspective (I’ve since concluded this was due to a contact high received from being downwind of Berkeley).

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Finding George Harrison’s Clock Part I and Part II. We all have inner demons, sworn enemies, and collections of skeletons in our closet. Turns out mine was a very old clock that changed the way we travel the world (which is funny, because for YEARS I thought my sworn enemy was skinny jeans.)

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Dick Move, 1st Class A-hole. We get upgraded to first class next to a guy who’s so obnoxious, I wonder if tackling and punching him will render me a hero.

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Los Angeles: City of … no way … hope? I try to find the magic that my actor brother still sees in his hometown of L.A. And I almost succeed.

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Glasgow Bus Tours. Apparently the trick to hailing a tour bus in Glasgow is to look like you really, really want it. Um …

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London’s Old Operating Museum and Herb Garret. The scariest phrase on earth? “Victorian medical tools.” GAH.

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Ashland, Love, and Frosting. Quite simply my favorite place on the planet.

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The Local and the Tourist (a tale of Rome). Just when I start thinking I’m a total fish out of water, I find myself fitting in, far better than I could have ever imagined, in my mother’s hometown.

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The 12 items of clothing I always pack (and you should, too). Note: this post is actually useful (I’m surprised, too.)

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Borough Market: A place for love. But not vegetarians.

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Okay, I know it’s only 11:30am, but I think I need to have a celebratory drink. And by drink, I obviously mean “cupcake.”

Thanks to Time.com and all of my readers. This, honestly, is a little too awesome for words.

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