I drove back from St. Louis to C-bus yesterday, ending a long weekend with Wee One and my folks, and a cousin’s bridal shower. Since the beginning of this year, I have made this drive every other month or so, usually alone with WO. It’s six hours, but always becomes longer when we stop to run around and/or get food.
On the drive, there are several “landmarks” I look for on the way that sort of signal to me where I am, and I’m sharing them with you today.
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I have been meaning to do this again for the past several weeks, and time goes by and I start to feel constricted by a world unshared, by other worlds I don’t observe. For this week, the proper beginning of a magical summer, let’s Share Our Worlds!
What is the most famous landmark or building you have ever seen?
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A weekly chance from Cee! Check out her page and see what other’s think.
Ever ran out of gas in your vehicle?
Oooh, yes. I was doing that door canvassing gig and was in a suburban part of St. Louis. It wasn’t my car, which is why I wasn’t thinking about how much gas it had: I probably assumed it was full. But it wasn’t. I was on a relatively busy street and I was able to pull over safely and walk to a gas station. It was more inconvenient than really traumatic.
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When I was in college, I went to Europe to see a friend studying in Bochum, Germany. We landed in Dusseldorf and took the train to Bochum. And around Bochum. Then to Amsterdam. Then to Munich. Then to Vienna where took a train to Beethoven’s house. Then we took a train (a very long and boring train) back to Bochum, and we took a train to Paris. The Metro in Paris was dirty and crowded, but we took it, and went back to Bochum and back to Dusseldorf.
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I love this week’s travel theme proposed by the blog Where’s My Backpack? – Arches. There is something so logical and orderly about them, yet still artful, that my organization-loving brain just delights in seeing them. They’re not a product of straight lines, like a rectangle, but have the arced grace of a swan’s neck. I think they’re beautiful.
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10 years ago, my best friend gave me a beautiful gold and red journal that is almost sacred to me, so I don’t like writing just any old stuff in it. The first time I traveled solo, I took it with me to write about the adventure, and I’ve taken it on every trip since. Something I haven’t done before on this blog is to pull from those pages, share with you the things I thought, felt, experienced from my various trips, but today, thanks to a prompt about travel writing, I’m going to share one of them
Backstory: I have been part of the travel community Couchsurfing since 2007, and have made many friends all over the world on this site. (It has deteriorated severely since going public and becoming for-profit not long ago, but that’s a story for another time.) In 2009, the fine CSers of Krakow were hosting a couch crash, a several-day series of events and celebrations in one particular city. It’s just an excuse to travel, have fun, get to know cool CSers and a different city in a way you normally wouldn’t. My friend Denise was going to be passing Krakow for it, and, on a lark, I decided to meet her there. These are my notes from that trip. (This post is long, but worth it.):
Is there anything more delicious than the first shower after a few days? I think not.
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Remember the first time I traveled solo.
And I mean solo, really solo. I had taken a trip to San Francisco by-myself-but-with-others with Team in Training to do the Nike Women’s Marathon, and that was pretty cool. I went with other people to appease worried family members. But, in the spring of ’08, before I started my Master’s that fall, I wanted to go abroad. The problem was, nobody wanted to go with me. Rather, they did, but they didn’t have the money or the vacation time to do it, and they didn’t really have an interest in seeing what I wanted to see.
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