She’s cradling her son’s broken, bloodied, lifeless body the way she cradled him as an infant. He’s grown now, but you know what they say – no matter how big they get, they’re always your baby. What had he done but offer love and hope for the future? And the world’s inability to respond inContinue reading “Some Things Never Change”
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Cousins, Sisters, and Singing Strangers
The day started with lots of coffee… When you are in a tiny trattoria, and there is a big long table of Italians celebrating a birthday…and when they are finished singing and the Spaniards at the next table follow with happy birthday in Spanish…and when they turn to you and look with expectant smiles,…just knowContinue reading “Cousins, Sisters, and Singing Strangers”
Did You Order The Special Meal?
“Did you order the special meal?” asked the harried flight attendant as he held a tray with a blue box perched atop. “No, but I was hoping you might have an extra vegan or vegetarian meal perhaps?” I replied hopefully. He took a quick glance at the label on the box, and said, “Right, that’llContinue reading “Did You Order The Special Meal?”
What Megan Said
The last time I took a long trip, which was in 2019 before the world turned upside down, I was posting updates on my Facebook account. And my friend Megan said, “Do you have a blog? Cuz I would follow the s*** out of that.” So I made a blog. It’s this one. This blog.Continue reading “What Megan Said”
Prague, Day 3 – June 27, 2019
So, as it turns out, I’m hopelessly in love with George Orwell. Today I slept in a little late, since I woke myself at 3 am to watch the debates and text commentary with a friend who is also interested in politics. Probably will do the same tonight. Porque es muy importante, la política. HabloContinue reading “Prague, Day 3 – June 27, 2019”
Prague, Day 2 (Part 1)- Mad Dogs and Englishmen (and Foolish American Women) – June 26, 2019
Tempted though I was to spend the record-breaking day in my cool ground-floor flat, I decided it wouldn’t do, so out I went. (Last time I was in Italy, they also had record-breaking heat. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt. The sweaty, sweaty t-shirt.) I looked online last night to find “where to stayContinue reading “Prague, Day 2 (Part 1)- Mad Dogs and Englishmen (and Foolish American Women) – June 26, 2019”
Prague, Czechia – June 25, 2019
It’s some sort of mystery of physics…you can pack carefully for a trip, add nothing along the way, yet your belongings somehow experience some sort of dimensional expansion that makes each subsequent attempt to pack more and more difficult… The bus driver today was my first female bus driver. SHE actually apologized to ME forContinue reading “Prague, Czechia – June 25, 2019”
June 24, 2019 – Amsterdam, The Netherlands (Anne Frank House)
Visited the Anne Frank House today. Had to do a separate post for this one. Photos are not allowed inside. I am an emotional person who feels things deeply, and neither David nor my son will be surprised to know that it was very hard for me to keep from crying in here. It’s oneContinue reading “June 24, 2019 – Amsterdam, The Netherlands (Anne Frank House)”
June 24, 2019 – Amsterdam, The Netherlands
One thing I have a special talent for is sweating. I mean, I don’t just *sweat,* heavens, no. I also turn bright pink in the heat. I have graced Holland with my own special “lobster-still-dripping-with-cooking-water” look for the past few days. Lucky Dutch. Today from my bus window I saw a woman wearing an effectivelyContinue reading “June 24, 2019 – Amsterdam, The Netherlands”
June 23, 2019 – Haarlem, The Netherlands
Tired from my 15 hour day in Amsterdam yesterday, so slept in, piddled around washing “small and delicates” (or “moderately sized and substantial,” as the case may be), then took the bus to Haarlem for a few hours. Had…WAIT FOR IT …mustard soup (I know, right? Brilliant Dutch people, so delicious), a smoked salmon sandwich,Continue reading “June 23, 2019 – Haarlem, The Netherlands”
Life to the Point of Tears 