I didn’t remember until reading this prompt, walking across a Munich square eating a baked and honey saturated pastry that a girl from Nancy, France recommended. In my memory it was sort of like a Mexican churros and sort of like Indian gulab jamen. I never had it again, and I didn’t learn the German name, but so good.
Tag: Oxford
To Hear The Poem of Creation
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.
The trip before the trip
I love to travel. I love the smells, the signs, the unspoken social mores for being in a crowd, seeing the different people, seeing the same birds. (A pigeon is a pigeon is a pigeon!) For those that have followed my writing for a bit, this will come as no surprise, but my favorite part about visiting a new place is the imagination fodder than travel provides.
Case in point:
I Didn't Just Wake Up This Morning With A Craving 