Never is a hard word. I would “never” have imagined myself on this trip. A specific group trip. I’d been on two school trips to France. They were both homestays … but we were a group. And we were frequently touring. And there was that cruise. The cruise wasn’t a group trip itself per se … Continue reading And now for something entirely different
Author: roseykarr
Paris, Unplugged
Well, not entirely. But I'll get to that (bear with me on this one). See, it wasn't the first time this had happened. It was not my first rodeo with being pickpocketed. The first time (the only other time) I was 18, on spring break with my dad in New Orleans - someone watched me … Continue reading Paris, Unplugged
The Perfect Souvenir
Does the perfect souvenir exist? I am, admittedly, a packrat. And also a sucker for kitsch sometimes. I seem to have (or at least I hope I have) grown out of my desire for kitschy souvenirs from places I've been, and grown into the search for something "meaningful" - or at least meaningful or hilarious … Continue reading The Perfect Souvenir
Deep-dish and hot dogs and donuts, oh my!
"Do you realize that if we played by the rules, we'd be in gym class right now?" So I said to myself, standing outside Wrigley Field, staring at that famous sign, picturing a very young Matthew Broderick....and wishing I hadn't left my sunscreen back in Indiana. (Substitute "gym class" with "meeting" and we might be … Continue reading Deep-dish and hot dogs and donuts, oh my!
I’ll have…
The other day, I found myself - unsurprisingly - in a diner. I had some time to kill, and needed some lunch. One cheesesteak-and-fries later, I was on my way. There's something...comforting about diners. About greasy spoons in general. It's easy to anticipate the menu - generally, if not specifically. I can choose between burgers, … Continue reading I’ll have…
The Right Shoes
My blisters were about to burst. The back of my brother's head was shrinking ahead of me, disappearing into the midtown crowd. My resentment towards the city was growing after a few days walking in and out of Brooklyn and Manhattan. I was beginning to wonder what it was that people found so magical about … Continue reading The Right Shoes
A Norman Adventure
No. It couldn't be happening again. Not a third time. I wasn't in Asia at the beginning of typhoon season - I couldn't be so unlucky as to find myself at the beach in a blustery downpour. Again. Twice during my three years in Asia, I made the mistake of booking beach trips during the … Continue reading A Norman Adventure
Sitting on the dock of the bay
Well, so there wasn't actually a dock nearby, but the bay was just outside our back door. And we sat by it. A lot. We chose Lewes this year for exactly that - the softer waves and tidal pulls of the bay, while the youngsters, my nieces, still adjust to the water. And the Delaware … Continue reading Sitting on the dock of the bay
The land of flannel and chai
Leave the flannel; take the Birkenstocks. So I told myself, standing over my already-overstuffed weekend bag at 3:00 a.m. on a recent Thursday morning. It felt...wrong, not to take a flannel to Seattle. But so my gut told me - leave the flannel, throw in the Birkenstocks. So I did just that. It was hard … Continue reading The land of flannel and chai
Please make sure it’s pork
Language is a funny thing. Travel can be easier - more comfortable - when we know the host language. In our shrinking world (and imperfect translation apps), though, it's easier to get around without knowing the host language, or much of it; more people know more languages, and when in doubt, we can pantomime. But … Continue reading Please make sure it’s pork
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