I don’t know what I’m doing. Time keeps passing and the questions mount without any clear answers. Percolate. I hold this word close to me, remembering its significance, turning it over and playing…
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Mariah
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“I’ll show you Paris in the morning…” I keep playing this Joe Purdy song over and over and smiling like a fool as I ride the Paris metro and eat my panini…
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I confess I am a “take everything but the kitchen sink” type of traveler. The first time I visited Europe I brought a huge duffel bag with wheels in addition to a large backpack. After three and a half weeks of lugging my belongings up spiral hostel staircases and down narrow cobblestone streets I realized I never wanted to travel this way again.
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I’ve arrived in Paris! On a cloudy, drizzly day like today it’s hard to believe this is the City of Light, but this beautiful city wears the rain like a woman dressed…
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The water tank is raining and sputtering furiously, getting me and everything else in the outdoor courtyard wet. I turn the knob and run inside as I bang on the bathroom door,…
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In two days I will be in Paris. Less than a week ago I was soaking up some sun in the Yucatan peninsula. Today I’m in a quaint town in Utah,…