You can’t get there from here. Actually, you can get almost anywhere from here, but it’s usually going to take at least two flights. Which is fine, except for some reason my ears won’t pop after the second flight. They’re fine after the first one, but not so much after the second.
Sometimes I dream about Africa. I’ve been to Africa. Once. For a couple months during the summer. In my dreams I’ve been back several times. But not to the continent I came to know. My subconscious has transformed it into a collage of extremes, juxtaposing tropical coastlines with Middle Eastern cityscapes. It’s nothing like the [...]
In the past five years I have been home for Independence Day one time: last year. This year, of course, I’m in Germany. Two years ago I was in Kenya. The year before that I was in Germany, and the same goes for the year before that. So I’m home for July 4th 20% of [...]
Last week I saw a different Berlin. The Berlin one sees from the top of the TV tower, and from the glass dome of the Reichstag. Berlin by boat and tour bus. Not the Berlin I usually live in, a ground-level, sidewalk-heavy experience. The Weather Channel thinks there’s another Berlin, too: the one they report [...]
Three hours is not a whole lot of time in a new city. It almost seems a waste, really; if not the time, then the money and effort spent getting there. Szczecin seemed interesting, from what little I saw. Train station in a bad part of town, perhaps, but that’s not entirely surprising. And, like [...]