Eat Gay Love: 5 Weeks, 6,000 Miles, and the Queerest Road Trip in America
Looking back on a cross-country LGBTQ+ road trip from Chicago to Seattle to San Francisco: trains, mountains, wine country, and the Castro.
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Looking back on a cross-country LGBTQ+ road trip from Chicago to Seattle to San Francisco: trains, mountains, wine country, and the Castro.
The final stop on Eat Gay Love: the French Quarter, beignets, jazz, po’boys, and a proper goodbye to the queerest road trip in America.
Amtrak’s Sunset Limited from Palm Springs to New Orleans — two days crossing the Arizona desert, through Texas, and into the Deep South.
The desert oasis with mid-century modern architecture, LGBTQ+ resort culture, and heat that hits you like opening an oven door.
A few days in Los Angeles — West Hollywood’s rainbow crosswalks, Santa Monica at sunset, and the particular energy of queer LA.
The final leg of the Coast Starlight from Emeryville to Los Angeles — through San Jose, along the Central Coast, past Santa Barbara, arriving in LA at sunset.
Final days exploring San Francisco — North Beach, the Embarcadero, one last night in the Castro — before boarding Amtrak south to LA.
Walking through LGBTQ+ history in the Castro, Mission murals, Dolores Park, and the neighborhood where queer America found its voice.
Crossing the Golden Gate Bridge, cable cars at Powell Street, and arriving in the Castro for the final chapter of the trip.
Victorian iron-front buildings, the Petaluma River, and the tiny village of Penngrove. Last full days in wine country.
Day trip to the Sonoma Valley: oak-dotted hills, Jack London country, and wineries without the crowds.
A day of wine tasting in Napa: vineyards, bougainvillea, Yountville, and the golden hills of California wine country.
Walking downtown Petaluma: historic buildings, the river, and the charm of small-town Sonoma County.
Driving Highway 1 along the Sonoma Coast: Bodega Bay, dramatic cliffs, and the cold Pacific fog.
Waking up on the Coast Starlight in California: Mt. Shasta at dawn, the Sacramento Valley, Emeryville, and the drive to Petaluma wine country.
Boarding Amtrak's Coast Starlight in Seattle and riding south through Washington and Oregon: Puget Sound, the Cascades, and the Willamette Valley.
The trip’s biggest photo day: old-growth forests, alpine meadows, wildflowers, and the raw beauty of Mt. Rainier.
A couch day with the dogs, then driving from suburban Tacoma into the alpine world of Mt. Rainier.
168 photos in one day: Pike Place fish throwing, Capitol Hill’s gayborhood, Pioneer Square, and Seattle at its summer best.
Bars, schnauzers, and the south Puget Sound: a relaxed day exploring Tacoma and the Olympia area.
First full day in the Pacific Northwest: family, schnauzers, and swimming in a lake as the sun goes golden.
Final day on the train: Montana morning, Idaho, the Cascades, and arriving in Washington State.
155 photos from the observation car: North Dakota plains, Montana mountains, and Glacier National Park at golden hour.
Union Station departure, a roomette on Amtrak, and watching the Midwest roll by as the Empire Builder heads west.
Exploring Chicago before the train: the Loop, the lakefront, and Boystown’s rainbow pylons on Halsted Street.
Flying from DC to Chicago to kick off the Eat Gay Love road trip. The Ohio House, the Loop, and the anticipation of five weeks on the road.
Looking back on a Cruise4Bears voyage through Italy, France, and Corsica: the food, the ports, the community, and the moments in between.
Climbing to the top of Marseille for golden mosaics and city panoramas, exploring Palais Longchamp, and saying goodbye.
A day trip from Marseille to Arles: a Roman amphitheater, underground cryptoportiques, and street art between ancient stones.
Disembarking into the streets of Marseille: the Vieux-Port, a spiral staircase, gnocchi at La Table d’Augustine, and the Hôtel de Ville at night.
The last port of call: a clifftop citadel, a sun-drenched marina, and rugged Mediterranean coastline.
Monaco’s superyacht harbor, Nice’s flower markets, and golden hour over Villefranche-sur-Mer.
Two Tuscan icons in one day: the art and architecture of Florence, life-changing lasagna, and the obligatory Leaning Tower photo.
A whirlwind day in Rome: the Colosseum, Trevi Fountain, the Pantheon, and a cappuccino at one of Rome’s most iconic LGBTQ+ bars.
First port of call: Napoleon’s exile island, with its hilltop fortress, pastel architecture, and an unforgettable sunset from the deck.
Twelve days in Spain changed how I think about travel, food, joy, and what it means to feel welcome somewhere. A retrospective.
The last night of Bear Week on the promenade, the train back to Madrid, and one final night in the city where it started.
Bear Week in Sitges. Cabaret shows, drag performers, rainbow bars, thousands of guys on the promenade, and a town that fully embraces it.
A last-minute day trip to medieval Girona. The widest Gothic nave in the world, the Jewish Quarter, city walls, and Plaça d'Espanya at night.
A slow day on the Sitges waterfront. The Mediterranean, a sailboat on the horizon, and a truffle dinner that required a moment of silence.
A day trip to Barcelona for the Sagrada Família. The stained glass, the spiral staircase, and the Passion Facade. Nothing prepares you for it.
First full day in Sitges with no agenda. A terracotta patio, bao buns that changed me, the promenade at golden hour, and Sitges after dark.
Last morning at the Reina Sofía with Guernica, then the train south to Sitges. First night on the Mediterranean.
The Royal Palace, Plaza Mayor, Mercado San Miguel, Sabatini Gardens, and the realization that Madrid has been showing off for centuries.
First day in Madrid. Brunch with mimosas, razor clams that ruined me for all other razor clams, and a drag show at LL Bar until 4 AM.
The final evening on the island. Rocky coastline, waves, and one sailboat in exactly the right place at exactly the right time.
A boat called the Rum Bum, Hurricane Irma wrecks still in the harbor, and iguanas that have no business being that orange.
Mid-trip rest day. Cruise ships from the balcony, roosters that own the resort, and a sunset that stopped everything.
Birthday dinner on a mountaintop, a missed champagne cruise, and five hours stuck in protest roadblocks. Saint Martin in November 2021.
The harbor after dark, a tortoiseshell cat in neon light, and the moment a trip stops being tourism and starts being something else.
The boardwalk, the murals, an Indian restaurant I did not expect, and the statue of a man who died at 33 on a hill where his family planted a flag.
Arriving on the smallest inhabited island divided between two nations. Roosters, cocktails, and the realization that hurricane season is not technically over.
4,690 photographs from 19 days in Rwanda. Every memorial, every mountain, every moment, organized by day.
Revisiting genocide memorials one last time, witnessing 20th anniversary observances, and the long journey home from Rwanda.
Sometimes travel means a day in bed with ciprofloxacin. A short one.
Golden monkey tracking through bamboo forest at Volcanoes National Park, and hundreds of children walking to pay respects during a genocide remembrance.
Lake Kivu by boat, hot springs, the orphanage from Gorillas in the Mist, and drumming with Twa musicians.
Island exploration, fruit bats, the Gishwati field station, and Gisenyi's local market.
Unpaved roads to a memorial where 50,000 people tried to hide. The remains of 1,040 victims in a tin shed, and plans for something more permanent.
Tracking the largest known group of Colobus monkeys and crossing a suspension bridge canopy walk through the rainforest.
Steep trails down to the falls, 30 minutes of photos, and the switchbacks from hell on the way back up.
A 5 a.m. start, a wrong turn that added an hour, and 20 minutes watching a chimp in a tree. Worth every muddy step.
Practicing wildlife observation with vervet monkeys, a campus genocide memorial, and a Rwandan student's unexpected dedication.
Meeting students at the University of Rwanda. One survived the genocide at age six and lost ten family members. He wanted to share his story.
Africa's only Vatican-approved Marian apparition site, where one vision reportedly predicted the genocide. Plus tribal dancing and being called Muzungu.
Preserved remains, France's Operation Turquoise, and a tour guide who revealed he was a genocide survivor.
The King's Palace, ceremonial long-horned cattle, and the stark contrast between traditional Rwanda and German colonial architecture.
A church that sheltered 10,000 people, a reconciliation village where survivors live next to perpetrators, and a basket cooperative rebuilding community.
Clearing roadsides with machetes alongside locals during Rwanda's monthly community service, then visiting the memorial holding 250,000 victims.
The Natural History Museum, goat and plantains for lunch, and visiting the real Hotel Rwanda where 1,200 refugees were sheltered.
24 hours of travel, a sprint through Doha airport, and first views of a landscape that's hard to put into words.
Weeks of preparation and I still forgot the hat, the fleece, and the boots. Classic.
Graduating Monday, leaving for Rwanda in weeks. Plus a plug for Dr. Gaydosh's faculty blog.
Final vaccinations, anti-malaria meds, cooling gear, and a needle-and-suture kit. Packing for a place with limited internet and no safety nets.
Comps passed, flights booked, and arms full of vaccines. Getting closer to Rwanda.
Two defective cameras, a firmware recall, and the question of whether a GoPro is in the budget. Trip tech problems.
An action camera for POV shots in Rwanda. Not a GoPro, but it has potential.
A Google Maps itinerary with every stop in Rwanda pinned and color-coded. Follow along.
New blog, first real attempt at blogging. Three ideas for what to write about. Open to suggestions.
Funding secured, itinerary set. 19 days across Rwanda: genocide memorials, national parks, universities, and the land of a thousand hills.
The first post. A grad student in Holocaust and Genocide Studies, heading to Rwanda for 19 days on the 20th anniversary of the genocide.
Three countries, six memorial sites, and a question I still haven't finished answering. Reflections on studying the Holocaust across Germany, the Czech Republic, and Poland.
A city destroyed and reconstructed from paintings. Political protests in the streets, an American wreath at a Polish memorial, and a quiet courtyard before the flight home.
The Remuh Cemetery, the Krakow JCC, and a Talmud quote on the wall of Schindler’s Factory: “Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire.”
Two days at the place where the industrial logic of the Holocaust is most visible. The gate, the barracks, the ruins of the crematoria, and 1.1 million people who did not leave.
A day trip to the Nazi ghetto north of Prague—propaganda films, children’s art, and hidden resistance—followed by a sunset boat ride on the Vltava.
First days in Prague: the energy of Wenceslas Square and the haunting, layered gravestones of the Old Jewish Cemetery—twelve layers deep, seven centuries of a community.
A full day at the concentration camp on the hill above Weimar. The gate, the grounds, the museum, and the weight of standing where 56,000 people died.
A day in Weimar—the city of Goethe and the Bauhaus, a giant bratwurst stand, and the Soviet memorial at Buchenwald.
The Wannsee Conference House, the Jewish Museum, Brandenburg Gate at sunset, and the Reichstag dome at twilight. Berlin’s full range in a single day.
Concrete stelae, excavated basements, and the weight of a city built on top of its own history. Berlin hit different.
Treetop walks above the Edersee, a dam with a complicated history, a castle courtyard in the clouds, and Frankfurt’s Alte Oper glowing at night.
Landing in Germany, riding the S-Bahn with no idea where to go, and walking into a medieval town that looked like a film set.
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