I didn’t have to say “cheese” during this photo. I’d hazard a guess that 10 per cent of my body was cheese, given the amount of raclette and emmentaler I’d eaten by this point.
I’ve seen a lot of purdy places since I started travel writing, but I can honestly say that Switzerland swept me to a whole new high, like Patrick Swayze did with Jennifer Grey in the final scene of Dirty Dancing. Only with more dairy bloat. [ CLICK TO CONTINUE ]
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Ladies: forget extreme push-up bras and spanx. The panacea for all body shaping woes is the dirndl.
This year’s Oktoberfest in Munich, Germany kicked off on Saturday. Two years ago, I had the pleasure of eating oversized pretzels and standing on benches in the 14 colossal beer tents. One of the first things I noticed was that a) all the ladies were in dirndls and b) they all looked good in them. I think it has something to do with drawing the eye to the right places.
A dirndl consists of:
You tie your apron string on the right if you’re married and on the left if you’re single. Mine cost only about $100 Canadian and, yes, I’ve worn it since. [ CLICK TO CONTINUE ]
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Those of you who follow this blog know that I recently spent a week in Ireland. Now, instead of merely feeding you pictures, words and recipes, I want to give one lucky reader a real piece of the emerald isle.
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