Part I: We're in Europe, but not home yet. We took the ferry from Tangier to Barcelona and now we're taking trains to get home so I'm still in suspended reality. I'll still be on sabbatical when my partner goes back to work next week, but I'm guessing that will feel more like I did... Continue Reading →
Worstest Hits
We are finally leaving Morocco, but until I'm on the ferry and the ferry has left the port, I'm not counting on anything. The country might still want to hurt me. We are in the waiting room at the port in Tanger. Here's a thing about traveling by ferry when you don't have a car.... Continue Reading →
Bolt it and They Will Come
This is an old post from November that apparently never got published: We're starting part II of the sabbatical. This is still my partner's portion; he's taking six months, and I've taken off a whole year, so he gets dibs. The first part was more or less living out of my Honda Jazz, and a... Continue Reading →
The Flood
This is also an old post from Greece that apparently never loaded: Last night it rained so hard there were animals walking around in pairs asking if anyone knew a guy named Noah? It was fierce and heavy, then just heavy, then became occasional spitting showers as the sun came up. There will be no... Continue Reading →
Moove your cow, and your mind will follow. 