The only way to live a life is simply to start living. Your goals and dreams may seem huge and unattainable, but if you do not take that first step, they will never be achieved.
Today in the European Union the concept of a border is all but lost, but here this man-made boundary is all powerful. Crossing it turns the money in my wallet into worthless paper. The language of the Serbs is reduced to strange sounds, and the driving style changes – snap – just like that. In... Continue Reading →
Haghia Sophia waits. Commissioned by Emperor Justinian in 532, she remained the most important church in Christendom for nearly 1 000 years and thereafter, with the arrival of the Turks, was declared a mosque.
But unless I want to set up camp in the dark, I had better make an effort to find the Charyn Canyon. Then the canyon finds me; as the road winds through black rock cuttings that crowd out the light, they dramatically fall away as the mountain turns to canyon. The heat rises out of... Continue Reading →
I set out to find the real Qufu, which doesn't take long. Just outside the ancient city wall, the beautifully paved roads, well-tended gardens, and up-market restaurants are replaced by squalid streets
Hunkering down in a motel in Mexican Hat, I make phone calls to the family in Milwaukee, and to 5W Nancy in Denver while keeping a horrified eye on the weather channel. Two massive snowstorms are sweeping across America from east and west, closing roads and airports in their wake. The American Christmas traffic, both... Continue Reading →
Although my health is going downhill at reckless speed, sights must be seen; the lot of a traveler is not a happy one. In trying to put brakes on my rapid decline, I start flinging Vitamin C, cough medicine, and throat lozenges into my system at an alarming rate. To conserve my strength, we choose... Continue Reading →
Cognac is on a high hill, from where vineyards and small villages roll into the far distance, ending only when they meet the big sky, decorated today with white puffy clouds. Beautiful chateaux take their color cue from the sky, with white plastered walls and pale blue shutters. I would like to inherit just such... Continue Reading →
Have you read 'My Year of Beds'? Let others know what you think.
Harold CarlssonThe book speaks for itself: Brilliant! Find out more 20 June 2011 at 19:57 · Annette Jahnel WorksYou've read all already? 22 June 2011 at 19:30 · Harold CarlssonGot it and read it! What else does one do? So good I almost starved to death and was also deprived of sleep. That's... Continue Reading →