I'm battered and bruised! Not from the trip, mind. I tripped over a rather large bentwood rocking chair earlier, after contriving a route behind it to adjust the window opening. (It's a recent addition to the apartment so I suppose I'm not used to it being there yet) The TRIP! A whirlwind: Rochester, NY for… Continue reading tuesday… i think
Category: travel
missing
Daydreams of the spires of Prague and other old world cities; Red rooftops; Street lamps with foreign shapes. Unfamiliar syllables and sinistra in the sottopassaggio! Winding streets that lead somewhere I've never been. I'm missing Europe, and autumn will not likely send a return ticket this year. - - - Everyone I know seems to… Continue reading missing
166. Return
This, Blogger™ tells me, shall be my 166th post. It is a cruel thing, returning to a city on the edge of a heat wave, having spent the fullness of a week beneath fairer skies and witness to the Atlantic's infinite recitation upon the shore of a barrier island. Fire, was the island. (Fair Harbor… Continue reading 166. Return
amsterdam.
Some notes about the trip. part one. Amsterdam: Always associated with debauchery such as hashish and the red light district, but those are merely two tiny aspects of this beautiful city. Streets shared almost equally by cars, bicycles, trams and peds; beautiful arched bridges over the canals every few blocks, the arches lit by rows… Continue reading amsterdam.
highways
Thursay August third I flew out to New Mexico to meet up with Beth in anticipation of driving across the country to Rochester, New York, where both our families reside. Below is where I found Beth and Chris, at their desert compound south of Santa Fe.The barn that is Beth & Chris's cozy house in… Continue reading highways
a brief backward glance
(excerpt from trip book) 11 October 2005. On a high-speed train ride from London King's Cross to Edinburgh. The train is traveling close to the coastline now-- we are almost there. There are parts where cliff walls rise up steeply from the sea, and there are parts where the hills gently turn to beaches. It… Continue reading a brief backward glance
*trip photos*
Some of you impatient lovelies have been pestering me about photos. Enough! I have finally sorted through them and put some on one of those annoying photo-sharing websites. Here is the link [UK TRIP PHOTOS] and it goes to a slide show which unfortunately begins with a ridiculous shot of the 'tards (and duty-free whisky!)… Continue reading *trip photos*
03 november
anders and lizzie in london, zombie day Beth and I are going to Mexico in the spring! *YAY*-- next trip! Pyramids and ruins; hippie-crawls; the gulf- sunshine. ¡Cerveza! So exciting. I will also get a trip to Mexico Nuevo out of the deal. ("Give New Mexico back to the New Mexicans!") (5¢ joke tax to… Continue reading 03 november
20 October : London : last day
Damn! It is a sad thing to reach the last day of one's travels. Ten days seems so... short. However! We did still have a whole day- no aeroplane sitting until the evening. I awoke early once again; around 8:00. Again, I used the time to prepare for the day early, and went outside for… Continue reading 20 October : London : last day
19 October: London day three
We requested a wake-up call at 8:45 (plenty of time to make breakfast which ends at 9:30). I woke early, though- 8:00- and decided to go with it. Quick shower, then, having had a look at the beautiful morning sky out the window, decided on a walk around the neighborhood; iPod in place, and some… Continue reading 19 October: London day three
e daggar art: THE MUSEUM 