Looking for a Place to Die
My memories and I sleepwalk into town, arm in arm, down the street of black stockings and long skirts, our flat heels click-clacking on the cobblestones. We pass the hat shop with its window of false promises behind which forgotten…
When Time is Limited
Traveling, the actual movement of my body and mind through space, is more time consuming than I had imagined. I don’t only lose hours with boarding airplanes or waiting for the shuttle bus (or boat—to take us along the Venetian…
Introducing Myself: What’s in a Name?
Traveling means meeting new lands, new cultures, new people. I am introducing myself frequently these days and I wonder what what we get out of this ritual. There’s a handshake, an exchange of names, the storage of first impressions, and…
Naples, a Two-Day Impression
Naples is alleys and castles, Fascist architecture, churches and baroque art, heaps of garbage, espressos, rows of bars, and streets lined with beautifully dilapidated facades.
Top Things to Do in Zurich: Personal Favorites
On our last day in Switzerland, I look back at our lovely slow month in Zollikon / Zürich, knowing we will return to this spot in the future. Mostly because our good friend lives here and we’ve made some new…
The Reality about Writing a Blog
The reality about writing a blog is that it’s not reality-writing. A blog is not an all inclusive diary. It may be a slice of life and it may be all true, yet it’s never the entire truth.
