It is difficult to resist the siren song of Paris when I am so close to its attractions. I find myself with a three hour layover between my arrival from Auxerre, and my departure for Germany. Traveling on the Metro to the Gare de L’Est entails two changes, and already I begin to feel immersed … Continue reading Paris, but not Quite
Whenever my travels take me back to Germany, a journey to France is an added bonus, in particular a journey to a hamlet near Auxerre, in Burgundy. It harbors the residence of Heike, my best friend since high school days, her husband, Pascal, and their son. Their two daughters have already fledged the nest. A cozy … Continue reading Merci Mes Amis
Suffering from jet lag, my first night back in Germany is little restful. My early afternoon arrival facilitates my staying up until ten in the evening, but as soon as my head hits the pillow, I rest in the arms of Morpheus (apologies to my husband). When I first open my eyes the red, glowing … Continue reading Home Again
I love to fly. Love the anticipation of a new destination, the airplane’s powerful acceleration and seemingly effortless lift-off, the way terra firma recedes in the distance until I have the sensation of floating high in the sky with a limitless lookout before me. The sheer immensity of the firmament and vastness of the land … Continue reading Above the Clouds
Out-of-the-way places often lead to unexpected discoveries. During a camping trip in Colorado’s San Isabel National Forest a few weeks back, my husband and I enjoyed two calm nights under a full moon at Davenport Campground adjacent to Squirrel Creek, where large historic markers recount a fascinating chapter in local history, and what follows is … Continue reading Did They Dance the Charleston?
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