There’s a miscommunication between Hungarians and me. I ask questions, and they answer them. What are they thinking? Clearly they do not understand the cultural nuance of American English. When I say, “How are you?” the only acceptable answer is… Read More ›
Ruminations
Random thoughts on life as a full-time traveler.
It’s time for a plan…
You can’t stop time – or even pause it. The sand flows through the hourglass unconstrained, taunting. As each grain falls, I hear a nearly imperceptible ping. Reality is calling. I need a plan – just one plan. My problem… Read More ›
The Kindness of Strangers
Blanche Dubois summarized my expat life best, “I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.” And so it is. That random guardian angel who swoops in when I am most lost, confused, disconsolate. With a nearly unnoticeable gesture they… Read More ›
Marathons…
In my dreams, I run marathons. The closest I’ve come in real life is reading Runner’s World from cover to cover. Then I glance through the marathon schedule in the index: Paris, London, Athens, Venice – in my dreams, I… Read More ›
Finding fact from fiction…
I’m a sucker for a great bookstore. At home bookstores are struggling for survival. Here in Hungary, the English bookstores are plentiful – thank goodness. You will find the ubiquitous commercial powerhouses: James Patterson, Jodi Piccoult, Sue Grafton – the… Read More ›
The World In Between 