my aunt jane and uncle dave are legends. they grew up in the 50s and 60s and have a million stories from high school in pasadena, california. surfing, playing in bluegrass bands like the smooothies, the heady early days of the rose parade, smoking in the mountains, seeing steve martin with an arrow through his …
Continue reading travelling outside your age (or, an ode to my cool aunt and uncle)
this weekend, i have been enjoying a few days in ireland's west with an old friend over visiting from boston. in addition to trying (perhaps unsuccessfully) to recreate the types of travel adventures i got into on my very first forays abroad to ireland in my early twenties, we did get down to the business …
the nomad soul craves a dust lining for nostrils. dust from a petrol station along some highway in the earth's heart that nobody ever saw. the nomad soul seeks fellow nomads linguistic anomolies those who know dipthongs from alveolar stops those who find the forgotten corners of byzantine churches. the nomad soul loves deeply yet …
my favourite film of all time is lost in translation, sofia coppola's alternative rock-infused slow burn starring bill murray, scarlett johannson and the neon streets of tokyo. lost in translation released in august 2003, a pivotal summer of my life for many reasons, and i guess it soaked in pretty deeply, as i must've seen it …
yesterday, my new passport arrived. along with it was enclosed the old one, holes punched in the cover. that one was issued in 2005, and by late 2008, i had taken so many trips that i had to apply to the us embassy in dublin, where i was working on my masters degree, for additional …
Continue reading a new passport and 10 years of travel memories
in the first two parts of this series, i have revealed a few things. in part 1, we learned that megan had another life as a horse trainer. in part 2, she revealed the dirty secret that she is part texan. here is the revelation for part 3: many years ago, i was a resident …
Continue reading rediscovering new england (trip report, part 3)
texas and i go way back. i have a few dirty little secrets, and one of them is that i spent 'the best years of my life' (aka high school, also not the best years of my life to date) in west texas (aka bush country). actually, lubbock (or low-buck as i sometimes like to …
Continue reading rediscovering the lone star state (trip report, part 2)
i began this post weeks ago. i had great intentions of telling you all the wonderful news that bill and i would be moving to london in a little over a month's time. that my wonderful husband had secured a wonderful new job (with an energy news site off fleet street, no less!) and that …
