America built its shopping culture on strip malls and big box stores, which makes finding a street worth actually walking for retail purposes feel like a minor miracle.
Stories
There’s a difference between a place you visit… and a place where you immediately start imagining your life.
There are travel memories, and then there are food memories. The kind where you do not remember the museum hours, but you do remember the pastry.
There are cities you hear about your whole life. The ones that feel like they should just work — fun, easy, worth the trip.
Antique hunting operates on its own particular logic: spend three hours driving to a small town, pay too much for something heavy, and haul it home wondering what you’ll do with a Victorian umbrella stand.
The American mall peaked somewhere around 1985, spent the next two decades absorbing apocalypse predictions, and then certain locations quietly stopped caring about any of that.
There’s a difference between a good trip… and that one moment you keep bringing up. Not the hotel.
Cruises are supposed to be easy. You get on the ship, unpack once, and everything just… happens around you.
Airports are annoying even on a good day. You expect lines, delays or maybe a gate change that sends you power-walking across an entire terminal for no reason.
There are places in Europe you feel like you already know before you even go. You’ve seen the photos.