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Escape to the seaside.

Escape to the seaside.

Posted on Mar 14, 2011

 “Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air…” — Ralph Waldo Emerson When a room comes with its own pair of binoculars, you know you’re in for a good night’s stay. The minute I walked through the door of my hotel room in Brighton, looked out the wide bay window, and saw […]

Where London stretches her legs.

Where London stretches her legs.

Posted on Mar 5, 2011

“Look at a tree, a flower, a plant. Let your awareness rest upon it. How still they are, how deeply rooted in Being. Allow nature to teach you stillness.” — Eckhart Tolle, Stillness Speaks When you start thinking in iambic pentameter, it’s a sign you need to go outside and get some air. This week we […]

Moving at my own momentum.

Moving at my own momentum.

Posted on Feb 13, 2011

“Get a bicycle.  You will not regret it if you live.” — Mark Twain When driving around the North Island of New Zealand last year, I spent a night on the Coromandel Peninsula in a hostel not far from the famous Hot Water Beach. That night I got to know three Germans (well, two Germans […]

Travel photo essay: Feira dos Passaros.

Travel photo essay: Feira dos Passaros.

Posted on Feb 4, 2011

“God loved the birds and invented trees. Man loved the birds and invented cages.” — Jacques Deval I hadn’t been looking for a market. Indeed, on such a lazy Sunday morning in Porto, Portugal, I hadn’t been looking for anything much at all–but isn’t that when the great finds always happen? From the bus on […]

Travel photo of the day: Prisms in Porto.

Travel photo of the day: Prisms in Porto.

Posted on Feb 1, 2011

“Derive happiness in oneself from a good day’s work, from illuminating the fog that surrounds us.” — Henri Matisse It’s funny the things that remain with us after we leave a place. After a weekend in Porto, Portugal, I’m left with the usual roundup of activities to look back on–the four-hour bike ride along the coast to […]

Let it be Sardinia.

Let it be Sardinia.

Posted on Jan 26, 2011

“Where then? Spain or Sardinia. Spain or Sardinia. Sardinia, which is like nowhere. Sardinia which has no history, no date, no race, no offering. Let it be Sardinia.” — D.H. Lawrence, Sea and Sardinia Right after my flatmate Claire and I first booked our flights to Sardinia, I typed something, who knows what, into Google, and whatever it […]

In search of the wild dala.

In search of the wild dala.

Posted on Jan 19, 2011

“My favorite thing is to go where I’ve never been.” — Diane Arbus Little Sweden USA. It’s an unusual title to hear no matter where you happen to be in the States, but perhaps even more so in a place like Kansas. But such is the claim to fame held by Lindsborg, a little town […]

Why I blog.

Why I blog.

Posted on Jan 15, 2011

“A blog is merely a tool that lets you do anything from change the world to share your shopping list.” — Unknown I never thought I’d be a blogger. I can remember, ‘back in the day’ of Xanga and the like, when the thought of blogging seemed like nothing more than a glorified diary…only put out […]

Sunday roast on the Thames.

Sunday roast on the Thames.

Posted on Jan 12, 2011

“The feeling of friendship is like that of being comfortably filled with roast beef; love, like being enlivened with champagne.” — Samuel Johnson I always pride myself on being a good expat. Whatever my adopted country may be at the time, I aim to become a student of its culture, soaking up the new traditions, […]

Chicago as a holding room: Making the most of a twelve-hour layover.

Chicago as a holding room: Making the most of a twelve-hour layover.

Posted on Jan 8, 2011

“I give you Chicago. It is not London and Harvard. It is not Paris and buttermilk. It is American in every chitling and sparerib. It is alive from snout to tail.” — H. L. Mencken Chicago will forever be Paris to my parents. “We’ll always have Chicago,” I imagine them saying to each other. Their […]