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Totally relates to my earlier article: 

Munich & Nekkid Munchens

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NEW WEBSITE!

I went & made a website, check it: 

BLONDE WANDERLUST

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The Englischer Garten, Munich Germany

A beautiful oasis in the middle of the best city in Bavaria. It's got a Chinese Tower, bier garden, surfing, swimming in the slow river/stream, beautiful buildings...and naked people. Old people. Once while I was walking through I saw an old man doing tai chi with his weiner out....and across the path, another old man napping on his side, with some toilet paper he didn't catch on his last visit to der toilette.

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Seattle's Old School Pin Ups, located at Pike Place Market. I had more fun running around in underwear than I ever thought possible. 1922 Post Alley Seattle, WA 98101. (206) 443-5979

http://www.oldschoolpinups.com/

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Rob & I say this every time we see anything Rick Steves. And sometimes randomly. I don't know where it came from, but we made it up (makes us awesome).

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Dripping with awesome!

Budapest, Hungary

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Seattle's version of a Liege (Belgian) Waffle. Pretty damn good. Not exact but I think that's mostly because I'm surrounded by bums and not a giant cathedral. Check it: http://sweetironwaffles.com/

Follow-up: I tried to make these at home and murdered my waffle maker. I suggest you buy.

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Ha!

I tell you what - it doesn’t matter how amazing that Taj Mahal is, it’s not worth all this.

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Oh fuck no.

Death Road, Bolivia: The “most dangerous road in the world”

Much has been written about the Death Road, especially with regard to cycling it with a tour agency out of La Paz. Since Bolivia built a highway around it, the road is largely void of traffic and mostly used for tourism. We loved driving here and stopped frequently to feel the solitude and take in magnificent views of the rainforest. The Death Road starts at an altitude of 9,800 feet, winds down into the rainforest, and ends at the town of Coroico at 5,000 feet. If you’re going to drive it, leave after 11am, when the cyclists have finished.

From: 9 of South America’s most legit road trip routes

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Heeeeey, pretty lady (town)

Settle, England by mbphotograph

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Vegas Tip: If you’re charming (and hot chicks) you can scam some dudes out of their hotel keycards so you can get into a better pool than the hotel you're staying in. Just find someone who’s about to check out and ask for their keycards...They don’t need them at check out, just like my sister and I didn’t need to hang out at the “murder pool” at the Tropicana. (MGM Grand has a lazy river!)

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I always have a problem liking things that I'm told I should like. This has been the problem with most of the Wonders I have seen so far. The fact that this one is called the 'Great' Wall of China annoys me. I'll decide if it's great or not. It might end up being the 'All Right Wall of China' to me.

Karl Pilkington - An Idiot Abroad

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Sláinte! Here's me n' Paddy on the Aran Islands off the west coast of Ireland. I'm pretty sure his name's not Paddy, but I chose to name him that because he's Irish and all Irishmen are named Paddy.

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Brussels Bier Fest 2001; My Dad & Me enjoying the strongest beer I've ever consumed. After drinking about 3 of these insanely strong beers, I committed to eating escargot (if you can call it that) served up by a dude carrying a plastic tub around his neck, scooping them out into a cardboard bowl. I didn't die, but I could have.

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I'm Rick Steves, bitch.

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Tijuana (pre-trauma); 1992, with Sister Adriane & Ma Sheryll

An excerpt from a story on all the Mexican towns I've visited, TJ being my first and most horrific.

A churro peddler pinched my boobie.   

I was twelve, and on a family vacation in San Diego, California. Naturally a jaunt down to Mexico was a good way to spend a day with the fam. Like I said I was twelve...and looked like a twelve year old girl should. Pale skinned, dressed conservatively in jean shorts (it was 1992 so that was okay), and a sweet GAP v-neck tee, socks with sandals (fuck yeah!)...oh and braces to boot. Not what anyone would say was screaming "hot chick" asking for a groping. After trying my best to avoid the chicklets kids, and having finished shopping for jewelry and trinkets for friends, I REALLY wanted a churro from the dude carrying a tray of the pastries on his head. My family walked ahead while I walked up to the guy and asked for one. He stood very very close to me and took his two first fingers like a claw and pinched my mini pigeon tit while he asked “Want some for your family?”  I don’t even remember what I said or did other than running like hell to my family and telling my sister about it. I don’t know if I even paid. That question, "Want some for your family?" rings in my ears often. And is brought up by friends far too often.  

Surprisingly I still love Churros. I had one last night.

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One time there was a lady watching (bats dive for bugs at the water) with her friend, and they were shrieking and laughing and ducking down to avoid the bats. I thought the women were dumb, since I was never afraid of them, and I’m still not. For reals, two weeks before I started this story, a bat was stuck in our garage, and my husband was ducking and telling me to watch out as it flew around us, and I just stood there like “No way, this is fucking awesome!"

Excerpt from my El Salvador memoir (?)...this is a great quote because about a month ago, another bat was in our garage, this time it skittered up my husband's arm and he had to get tested for rabies. He does not have rabies.