A place of lively comfort

The train whistle is familiar but muted as we glide along the tracks in New England from Penn Station in New York to my family home in Vermont. I go for the last time to visit the house I grew up in. My parents are thinking of selling it and I am headed out of the country, so I want to see the walls that kept childhood memories intact for all my return visits my whole adult life, one last…

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Train from Amsterdam to Prague

Oisín dropped me off at the station, with plenty of time to buy tickets and get on the train.  After driving through Germany all day, I was glad to be getting home to Prague in a few more hours before work tomorrow. I was only a little concerned because I had to change trains in Dresden Central station, but no big deal, nine minutes should be enough.  I remembered, from arriving there on Friday, it would only be 1 stop…

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Vienna visa trips

Went to Vienna last night to pick up my visa this morning.  I had been last time to initiate this process and stayed in the Burmuda Triangle at an old place, but this time I stayed at a hostel. A mistake always, as I wound up in a young place where they played hip hop and I had to share with three or four boys, much like Soho. Went for dinner in the Burmuda Traiangle though, the young, hip bar…

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Cheb

September was when I first ventured out into the Czech countryside alone, visiting mountains and small towns. Sitting on the train to Cheb, the 8:15 I caught after closing up my new apartment near Namesti Miru, I started to relax a little for the first time in several weeks of running non-stop. I sit here listening to the screech of wheels on the traintracks, feeling the chill September wind sweeping into this train car. I had raced for the train,…

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Death Train

Outside of Metz, the train stopped, waiting on another Engine.  I was captivated by the other passengers, though the French was too fast to understand and the German incomprehensible.  The train to Frankfurt would be delayed for hours.  It gave me plenty of time to watch the social games without the benefit of understanding the particularities of the conversation. Much like a game I used to play with a fiance a long ago, watching other diners in a restaurant from…

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The camera Hex

Leaving Paris was nowhere near as fun as arriving but still full of je ne sais quois. There were just a few last things I wanted to do before I left. I had seen a health food shop in my quartier yesterday so I wanted to be prepared for the long train ride. I stopped in to get some juices and granola and came back out many Euros later with some nice smelling shampoos and cosmetics along with a scanty…

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