Bus Trip South

I got dropped off at the greyhound bus stop at the Burlington Airport at 1:30 in the morning. The greyhound sign was hard to see at the tail end of the departure airline stops. It was also the middle of the night. Luckily my brother’s nocturnal schedule accommodates 1 am drop offs. Taking my bags out of his Isuzu trooper I started to get the feeling that I maybe should have packed a little lighter. Had it really been that…

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Indian summer ride

I keep checking the signs to make sure we are still in Germany, because if we are then I am still closer to my beautiful tryst with the land and the sea, warm Indian summer, decadent taste of fruit from the tree still lingers.  Although this bus ride is pretty uncomfortable, I know the end brings me closer to landlocked confusion. No one on this bus speaks a drop of English.  I went to the wrong place for the bathrooms…

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