About Emily Corrigan

Traveling in search of the Holy Grail (of sangria), Emily survived bloodthirsty rabbits, flesh wounds, the Knights Who Say Ni… shit. That's Monty Python. Well, she did survive an encounter with the infamous Athens Park Flasher, the loss of both her personal belongings and dignity in Mykonos, and third-degree sunburn on the Amalfi Coast. She was (and will always be) grateful that fried cheese is a legitimate Greek dish. Follow her adventures on Instagram @emily_corrigan.
27 06, 2017
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No Wonder They Chopped Your Head Off

So it’s 1789, and you’re King Louis XVI of France. Up to this point, everything has been going pretty well for you: You have a hot Austrian wife who loves cake. You own enough palaces that if you stacked them all up towards the moon, you’d be like, a bunch of palaces closer to the moon. And even though nobody has invented Amazon Prime yet, you can still get pretty much anything you want in [...]

29 09, 2016
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Belgians vs. Buffon

Disclaimer: if you are Belgian, stop now. I apologize to your people. Watching the Euro Cup in Italy is like watching the Super Bowl in the United States, but with less nachos and more attractive bearded men. Also, most people tune in for the soccer and not for Beyoncé and a touching commercial about large horses. Even for a group stage game between Italy and Belgium in the small town of Syracuse, shit [...]

3 08, 2016
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Vucciria: Your Mother’s Nightmare, Your Jersey Shore Cousin’s Dream

What do you get when you cross hundreds of macho tank top guys, disgusting street food, broken glass, and giant speakers? Vucciria. Palermo may be all beautiful cathedrals and crystal clear waters by day, but by night it’s a whole new world out there. Crowds flock to Vucciria, a neighborhood encompassing two squares joined by a narrow street and lined with bars. On Saturday nights it’s a madhouse. Allow me to immerse you [...]

26 07, 2016
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Cow Spleen Just Like Mama Used to Make

“Hmm, a walking tour of Palermo’s street food. That sounds harmless, easy, and delicious,” I thought to myself. Ahh, what a glorious thing, naïveté. I booked the tour. What greeted me in the morning was a balmy 104 degree day, complete with hot wind apparently blowing in from the Savannah desert, or perhaps Satan’s butthole, your guess is as good as mine. After carrying a two-liter water bottle across town, which may as [...]

19 07, 2016
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Lost in Translation: A Tribute to Terrible T-Shirts

In Naples, English-speaking locals are as few and far between as blind race car drivers. But just like adding pineapple to pizza and watering down espresso, we Americans have found yet another way to violently assert our American-ness on Italian culture in the form of fashion. I am referring to the six or seven examples of Hard Rock Cafe paraphernalia you see walking the streets on a daily basis, as well as countless examples [...]

8 07, 2016

Catania Is Actually Really Weird and Here’s Why

The city is known for its traditional Sicilian food, bustling markets, and famous volcano. But it’s also a clusterfuck of weird and mind-blowing stuff. I present to you a small collection of the stranger phenomena I observed in Catania.   Guys think they’re cool for driving Smartcars. Maybe this is just my American ignorance leading me to believe that all men must compensate for their tiny you-know-whats by driving Hummers [...]

28 06, 2016
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WTF Is Flunkyball?

So. WTF is Flunkyball you ask? I was asking myself the same thing as 40 or so Italian, Spanish, and Slovakian students rolled up to the Catania bus station in the middle of the night, armed with beer bottles and a soccer ball. It all started when I ran into a Slovakian family from my hostel as I was hopelessly wandering the city looking for the beach. Shamelessly crashing their [...]

27 06, 2016
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An American, a German, and a Polish Guy Walked into a Fish Market…

Thessaloniki It sounds like the start of one of the mildly racist jokes your grandpa told you about the war, but really it’s just a description of a lovely afternoon in Thessaloniki. Upon finding out that the hostel had one-euro white wine and a barbecue, I realized that I could either take a bath in wine or I could do something more productive and make a delicious meal from local products. So after [...]

20 06, 2016
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Mt. Olympus: The Story of How I Got Sweaty and Naked

Thessaloniki I know what you’re thinking, but don’t let the title fool you. Zeus may have wanted to show me his thunderbolt, but I told him I’m not that kind of girl. I was sweaty because the trek up Mt. Olympus felt like using a Stairmaster in a sweat lodge, and I was naked because the cold and crystal clear water at the bottom provided an opportunity for a refreshing nude plunge. I [...]

15 06, 2016
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How I Partied with 4,000 Greek Students and Watched Netflix in My Underwear

Volos Imagine my dismay, as someone who can’t stand the thought of being alone for longer than the amount of time it takes to scroll through Instagram on the toilet, when I realized that Volos had no hostels. I grimly prepared myself for a few days of solitary confinement. Images of sitting sadly alone at the nightclubs and crying over my seafood meals bounced around in my head. Really. It was some sad, [...]

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