Departure Day
Then there’s no more time to try and remember what I’m forgetting, it’s time to run to the station. If I forgot it, it’s forgotten. No time to pet the cat. Say goodbye… Continue reading
Category Archive: traveling
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Why I travel
Take me back. Take me back to rotting garbage on dirty streets, where water is a luxury and stink a certainty. I want to feel unwashed and threadbare sheets on hard beds, and… Continue reading
The agony and the ecstasy.
I can’t believe it’s still like this, after all this time. In another of the contrasts and contradictions of human existence, the thing that gives me so much ecstasy, travel, insists on bringing… Continue reading
Top Ten posts from a year I love anyway
Did you ever have a particularly brutal teacher? Who grilled you harder, left you doubting your fundamental competency, and didn’t seem to notice when you turned in tear-stained homework? I didn’t. Until 2013.… Continue reading
Merry Christmas, especially to those apart.
Tonight’s not Christmas Eve, tonight’s just…Tuesday. I threw a rueful grin at Miles earlier tonight when that thought occurred to me, adding “That’s not a thought I could put in a blog!” After… Continue reading
Sights, sensations, and allegations in Vilnius
I’d like to say my dominant memory from Vilnius was Uzupis, the bohemian neighborhood of the capital of Lithuania, the third and last of the countries I’ve visited from The World’s Ten Best… Continue reading
Where to go next? Ethical Traveler might be able to help.
It’s all a big search for updates, I guess. My computer wanted Windows 8.1, so that’s what I gave it. Now it can barely find the internet. What use is a computer without… Continue reading
Where do I go now?
Why do I feel so antsy lately? There are approximately 196 reasons, depending on how you count, but one stands out, and it’s time it came out of the closet. Nope, no discussion… Continue reading
Is it weird being back in America?
“Is it weird being back in America?” I wasn’t sure how to answer that question. “Not…really.” Adjusting to Stateside norms was pretty easy; I did grow up here, after all. I can handle… Continue reading
Bored women, guns, and the company that owns you; in Costa Rica.
I walked up to the harbor in Paquera, Costa Rica, unexpectedly up to my dripping armpits in happy-grumpy-sweaty white people. Most had rented cars, but a few backpackers were sprinkled in, though somehow none… Continue reading
