23 03, 2016
  • Stolpersteins are small, cobblestone-sized memorials for individual victims of Nazism. Dinkelsbühl, Germany

Just look down: the memorial you may never see in Europe

If you ever take the time to look down at the ground, which, if you are like any of others in the Millennial Generation, than you are already looking down at your phone. However, if you take time to look past the latest video of kittens on Facebook, you will see one of the largest and possibly underappreciated art projects in Europe. Stolperstein at Salzstraße 2, Münster The ‘Stolperstein’ is a [...]

6 07, 2015
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Top 5 Warning Signs When You Book a Hostel Online

1. Room sizes Hosteling by its very nature is an intimately unsettling experience: you’re in a room full of total strangers, breathing in all of their sweat and ethers and gas and snores until you pass out from lack of oxygen. And if a room of four can generate more condensation than a temperate rainforest, what do you think is going to happen when you have dozens of human beings under the same [...]

28 06, 2015
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Last Tango in Stockholm: A Terrible Beauty is Born

“Do not go gentle into that good night; rage, rage against the dying of the light.” Squad Goals: Don't be this Guy Dylan Thomas wrote that in 1947 and, despite the 70 years separating us, I feel like he wrote it for me. You see, my social life oscillates between Attila the Hun and Millard Filmore — on some nights I’m a barbarian threatening civilization; on others, a human pastry with [...]

23 06, 2015
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They Call You WHAT?: The Linguistics of Swedish Names

Ever do a doubletake when a foreigner tells you their name means “sweetness” or “blue mountain” or “all tires 50% off”? Coming from a society full of Jachs, Kyles and Jons, it just seems natural. Names aren’t supposed to mean something — they’re simply sounds we throw together and sometimes misspell to make our kids “unique” (or, better, Yooneak). The day we start calling ourselves “Sunshine” and “Elf Warrior” is the day we [...]

22 06, 2015
  • Sweden hostels and Stockholm hostels

Night of the Living Trolls: Part 1

In Hollywood, hostels are often portrayed as the travelling equivalent of American Pie: the drinking is non-stop, the baby-making is on point and some guy named Hans is playing guitar as we all pass around the peace pipe. So far, though, most places have been the exact opposite. In Oslo, I met more damp Russian businessmen than hedonistic youth, and the conversations were about as fun as gargling truffle-infused asphalt (note to Brooklyn: [...]

18 06, 2015
  • A photo of Grima Wormtongue and Theodin

The Drink That Mead My Day

Let’s say you get in a car crash tomorrow and your life flashes before your eyes. Now, you’ve had some accomplishments: that Little League game you won, that trip to London you took, that time Beyoncé “definitely” made eye contact with you at a concert. But all of those mean nothing if you’ve never tried mead. Part honey, part wine, all deliciousness, it’s an ancient beverage with more flavors than Paris Hilton has [...]

18 06, 2015
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The Ship that Sank Faster than Rachel Dolezal’s Career

Sweden, circa 17th Century In the 1600s, Sweden was the badboy of Europe (we’re talking wine-at-dinner, bedtime-past-11, totally-banged-this-girl-at-summer-camp-one-time badboy) and King Gustav Adolf wanted everyone to know it. Despite the war-crimey name, Adolf was actually a pretty smart guy: over the course of his reign, he turned  Sweden from a rural backwater kingdom into the Baltic superpower of the day. Like people who buy humvees or shoot 50-caliber weapons, though, he [...]

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