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Charm City

J and I are currently in Baltimore for a long weekend. Having spent the better part of a decade here, I won't be lying if I said I missed ol' Charm City. My only regret is that our visit does not coincide with crab season. But fret not — you can be sure that I'll scarf down extra Maryland lump crab cakes and plenty of steamed crabs covered in Old Bay sauce! The best part of the trip so far has to be our hotel: The Hotel Monaco Baltimore. J had stayed here previously and liked it so much that he had booked it again for our trip. However, just last week I saw that Jetsetter was having a sale on the...

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Honeymoon Days 7-8: Santorini

Our second day in Santorini was the Greek Easter, which the locals and hotel staff had promised to be a day full of good food and festivities. However, we woke up to thunder and rain, which continued throughout the day. We decided to stay in all day, bum, and order room service (which was the same price and same menu as the restaurant). Our third day was still cloudy, but we decided to head out into the town of Fira to do some sightseeing. Fira is a 5-minute drive from the Santorini Princess, but we decided to take the scenic route and walk instead. Since the majority of the walk is uphill along gravel or cobblestone streets, the trip took about 30 minutes. More food, the town of Fira, and...

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Honeymoon Days 4-5: Mykonos

Our second day in Mykonos was a beautiful, sunny day. After a small breakfast we laid out by the pool and actually got some sun. Afterwards we decided to take the hotel shuttle into town. Mykonos is a very windy island, and since the main town sits right along the harbor, the small winding streets are subject to many unpredictable and powerful drafts. For this reason, it is advisable not to wear dresses or skirts when walking around town. I repeat: DO NOT WEAR DRESSES OR SKIRTS when walking around Mykonos. Because it was a sunny day, I foolishly wore a skirt and ended up flashing many locals and delighted Japanese tourists. J was no help at all; all he would say whenever a gust of wind lifted up my...

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