Where does the time go? It’s hard to believe my six weeks adventure is almost up. The good news is that I have thousands of photos (literally) to remind me of my trip. In this post, I’m sharing a few of my favorites. Rooftops. I’ve no idea why they...
In the Autumn of 1988, I had a nightmare that I was traveling through Checkpoint Charlie from the East side with an East German tucked away in the trunk of my car. As I neared the checkpoint, my heart raced with fear that I would be caught and jailed. I dreamed of...
Two weeks. That’s how long I have been in Germany and how long it took before I woke from a dream where I — and everyone around me — spoke German. Interestingly, I had only been here a few days when I dreamed I was speaking French. It’s not the first time I’ve dreamed...
Much like aloha, ciao, and shalom, the word szia has dual meanings. People use it colloquially as hello and goodbye. I’ve always been struck by words that can be used to say opposite ideas. To me, szia means “this will continue.” It’s not so much “hello or...
Wolfeboro, NH. August must be the best month for gardens in the New England states judging from what I see in Wolfeboro. This quaint town, nestled on the eastern shore of Lake Winnipesaukee, is at its height of garden delight. Everywhere you look, spider plants are...
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