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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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Summer in the City

Somewhere between the green mountains surrounding the Queen city with Champ’s friendly wave and the hard steamy pavement, hustle and loud echoes of streets clamoring up the fire escape of the 5th floor walk-up in the upper east side, I realized I had no desire to return to Europe.  Not never, just not right now… The walk from my apartment on the Upper East side every morning to my “office” at the Starbucks on the corner of 80th and York…

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Teacher lessons

I had a bean and lentil polenka soup.  It was really good, I added garlic, one clove and some leftover spinack I didn’t want to throw out.  I am feeling very full and think I might have to go out for another run if I have any hope of doing yoga tonight.  I should do laundry but am trying to decide between spending the 80 crown on the machine or just sequestering myself in the bathroom for awhile and putting…

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Flowers in full bloom

Glowing sunrises and sunsets illuminate the Vltava, the Castle and my favorite verdant wooded escape, Petrin Hill. Days pass and sometimes after midnight I found myself under the watchful eyes of statues and saints, sitting cross legged on the edges of the Charles bridge scribbling my blues away. One of my favorite journalists said that Prague was a place to explore loneliness and she wasn’t kidding.  I have never been so surrounded by happy kissing couples as I am in…

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The shoe trick

Strolling through the streets all day, I realized I hadn’t done enough research or planning. I had a lot of stories from books and movies in my head but being here now, couldn’t find a lot of those points of interest. I was relying on pre-existing knowledge from college through grammar school to guide me, but practical plans like addresses were not there. The last thing I wanted to do with any of my precious 48 hours in the city…

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UK arrival staying in Soho

Getting to Soho by cab from Heathrow airport I took in the scenery like swimming backwards through a dream.  By the time I got to Heathrow, I was well into my 27th hour of travel since leaving Cleveland airport.  I was hungry, tired and seriously in need of a shower and just beginning to regret the full weight of my two heavily overstuffed bags.  Never having had much experience with public transportation, I rushed out toward the black cabs, not…

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