Tag: kindness of strangers
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The Best Wedding I Ever Attended
Twelve years ago, I attended the best wedding of my life—apart from my own wedding—and I neglected to blog about it because the task seemed too daunting. “But Jenny, you wondrous wordsmith, how could such an event that made your ‘top list of all time’ be too daunting to write about,” you ask? Well, my…
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The Luck of the Irish
It was established long ago that my family does not bear the so-called “Luck of the Irish” (possibly because we’re not Irish), but instead we bear the “Luck of the Curriers,” which is the opposite. This means that despite Laura’s wonderful efforts to get us on the fast track to Dublin via Wales, I instead followed our original…
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Sri Lanka at Sunrise (and other moments)
Before arriving to Sri Lanka, The Lawyers Without Borders told us we needed to climb Adam’s Peak at sunrise if it was a scavenge. Lo and behold, it was. I’ve only hiked one other mountain (volcano, technically) at sunrise, and it was an amazing experience. But man, it was tough hiking the cone of a volcano in…
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7 Hours in Thailand
Yesterday we did a layover challenge in Thailand. We landed in Bangkok at 1:30pm, were handed a scavenge booklet with ten scavenges, and told not to miss our 10pm flight. With a renewed vigor following a day of rest (see Halong Bay), Mark and I set off with determination to kick some scavenger butt. Thanks…
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Day 1: San Francisco Dreams
Day 1: San Francisco We were told to meet at 8:30 a.m. in the lobby of the hotel. We didn’t know if we were going to fly away at noon or spend the day in San Francisco, but Mark and I suspected we would complete scavenges in SF. We were correct. Today was our trial…
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Transition
I must say, as August 23rd approached, I was not looking forward to leaving Greece. I’d been hoping to stay for at least six months, and as my 90th day approached, I was afraid to transition back to real life because, as Tassos said, “It’ll be like you dropped down from outer space.” I remember when I returned from my…
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A Lesson In Karma
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…
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