India, Here I Come!

I have never been as far east as I am about to go tomorrow.  I’m pretty darn excited.  It should be a great trip.  I hope to send a bit of blog fodder from New Delhi.  In between curry seasoned bites, of course. Advertisements

A Perfect Day in San Sebastian – Part 2

“Siesta” marks a huge split in the day in Spain.  I have been told that for those Spaniards in the corporate world, it is a thing of the past.  However, in the small hill towns of La Rioja and even the winding back streets of “La Parte Vieja” of San Sebastian, it is still very…

A Perfect Day in San Sebastian – Part 1

Sundays in Spain are pretty hard to beat.  One can choose church in the morning or, if you were like us, opt to let your 4 year old and 8 month old sleep in after a typically late Spanish Saturday night.  The majority of the morning was rainy and gray so we hunkered down until…

The Surprise of Pamplona

There are certain places you hear about in the world that you almost feel like you know even if you have never been there.  Names like “Paris” and “Rome” bring up images of the Eiffel Tower and Coliseum respectively, right?  Of course, when you picture, “Pamplona” you picture the running of the bulls, correct? I…

Patatas Alioli

Spanish cooking is very traditional fare.  Unlike other European cultures, there is not a prevalence of foreign foods on offer in the bustling cities of Spain.  There are exceptions, of course.   If one looks hard enough, you can find a smattering of Japanese, pizza and even burger places.  However, the preponderance of cuisine in Spain…

Prague Towers

One day, earlier this summer, I christened this summer the “Summer of Prague Towers”.  Grandiose name notwithstanding, I meant to rally Mrs. NH, consummate planner of all free time, to set aside the coming sunny summer days as time to explore many of the climbable towers of Prague – as a family.  Unfortunately, life and…

Lemme Show You My Mussels

Had to get it started somewhere.  These were just a lunch portion on a considerably screamy day for NH2.  We still managed to enjoy ourselves just down the road from Brela.  Lots more seafood to come.

Texas, Kyiv, Kabul?

One of my faithful readers asked me if I had been too busy to post on my blog.  Yes, I have.  With the NH clan one member larger and all of the travel and treachery going on at work, I just haven’t had a chance to sit down and write.  I’ve been a little more…

Texas Time

“Are you bored yet?” That’s the question I get from, well, pretty much everyone who isn’t around me here in Houston.  The answer is, “No, not yet.” Not at all. Between the doctor’s appointments, sojourns to the grocery store, post office and whatnot, I’ve actually been keeping up with what’s going on in the office. …

Shiner Brewery Tour – Shiner, TX

On the road between Houston and Austin and have an hour or two to spare?  Set the cruise to 74 on some back roads and hit the Spoetzl Brewery in Shiner, Texas.  Any old GPS (or map) will get you there and it will be worth your visit. I’ve visited a few breweries in my…

Merry Christmas from Texas!

We made it, we made it, we made it!  Flying through Amsterdam was a breeze and the flight to Houston was complete with generous wine service, movies in the headrest of the seat in front and all in our party had a really great flight.  We arrived to see Gigi, aunts, uncles and cousins and…

Marooned in Prague!

As strands of “I’ll be Home for Christmas” still linger in the wires of my freshly unplugged stereo, I check my flight online and am forced to break the bad news to Mrs. NH. Pregnant Mrs. NH, mind you. At first, she doesn’t believe me. Then, she asks me to pull up the page to…

Feliz Navidad from Bulgaria

I just got into Sofia about a half hour ago and I climbed in the taxi and heard “Feliz Navidad” on the radio.  Just before it was U2’s “Christmas, Baby Please Come Home”.  I think I’m going to like Bulgaria. The weather is nice, the hotel is nice and the people are nice. Nice.

TSA Stands for “Touching Sensitive Areas”

Or you could probably come up with your own definition.  The fact is, I’ve been groped for years.  I’ve been groped in Vienna, Prague and Munich (and that’s just on the metro!) and I’ve been shot with radiation in one of those standing x-ray things in Moscow for the last 3 or 4 years.  Yes…

International Truffle Festival, Alba, Italy

One doesn’t need to linger long at this site to know that Mrs. NH and I have acquired a real taste for truffles while living over here in the old country.  Of course, while many of my readers see this as just another example that NH has gone all high-falutin’ euro-style, I see it as…