It was supposed to be a Day of Fun. We were planning to throw our blankets down at Scarborough beach, drink some sort of summery orange-infused beer, soak up the sun, and relish in our last few days of freedom before work starts again. But after an interminable string of 90-degree days, the temperature suddenly … Continue reading Getting Lost in Arcadia with banjo-playing cannibals
Today my writing workshop will arrive to Thassos: seventeen participants and ten teachers/advisors. We will fill Archodissa with bustling activity, old friends reuniting and new friends meeting for the first time. The quiet mornings I have right now, where I sit alone on the patio typing while Dimitri sets up tables and Kyria Eva prepares … Continue reading My German Parea
I will refresh your memory a little since it’s been approximately four centuries since I started my Italian blogs. In parts one and two, I spoke about the awesome couch-surfing hosts I’d met who made my trip what it was (in part one, I explored Treviso and Jesolo Beach; in part two, I went to … Continue reading Italy Diaries, Part 3: “THESE are the Dolomites!”
The bugs have found me. It started with what I thought were mutant mosquitos that attacked me in the middle of the night. My second day in Scotland, I woke up with several itchy bites, two on my ankle and one—fortunately enough—on my face. It looks like I’ve got some sort of blemish disease, which … Continue reading “Jenny Bee” Returns
IMPORTANT NOTICE ABOUT THIS BLOG: Since Lauren, whom I’m traveling with, also blogs, we thought it would be wildly exciting to have a dual blog about the same event written from both of our perspectives— one with her “voice” and one with mine. It’ll be like listening to two different eyewitness accounts, and this entry … Continue reading A Tale of Two Blogs: a Cautionary Tale from Hawaii to Scotland
What To Expect When You’re Expecting (To Walk for Hunger) 1) A necessity to wake up early on a Sunday. I haven’t woken up at 5:30 a.m. since I had a “real” job last year, with maybe one exception to catch a flight, so this was a challenge. But I was determined to arrive ON … Continue reading What To Expect When You’re Expecting (To Walk for Hunger)
There are two things you should know about me. 1) I hate paying for parking 2) I hate driving through Boston Here’s why I hate these things: Paid Parking The beauty of growing up in Roswell, New Mexico is that all residential neighborhoods are fair game for parking on the street, and no parking lot … Continue reading A Lesson In Karma
Alternatively: How NOT To Take a Jumping Photo The Walk for Hunger was last weekend, and although I have a blog coming about the walk itself, I have a very funny story to tell you that must be told in pictures. A preface After finishing our 20 mile jaunt through Boston, my friend and … Continue reading Jumping Fail, But A Really Funny Set of Photos.
(as in, the end of my trip, not the end of the country) A Wee Bit O’ Ireland (Part III) The best/worst/weirdest day ever in Ireland continues! [If you missed Ireland Part I or Ireland Part II, please follow the links so you can feel knowledgeable.] When last I wrote, I … Continue reading The End of Ireland
I think it’s safe to say I have fallen behind in my Euro-trip documentation. And, of course, now that I finally have some time to write, all I can think about is eating peanut butter by the spoonful and going to bed. Thus, this will be a two-part entry—not for you reading it, … Continue reading Meet Death, and Ireland Part II
They Call Me Fushilou 