After three weeks away, nothing says, "Welcome Home!" like deer-eaten impatiens, cobwebbed stairwells, crispy tomato plants, and putrefying mouse flesh under the sink. My flower bed has been overtaken by quack grass, the pepper plants have lost their leaves, and the peas have climbed out of their bed, looking a bit haggard. It's good to…
Scandinavian Soiree, ep. 11: July 21 – Home again, Home again
I must be a terrible customer service representative. That's what the quality of service at these "Self-service kiosks" suggests. It's 3:30 am, and I'm wandering around the Copenhagen airport looking for a kiosk that will accept my passport to give me a boarding pass and luggage tag, because what human can function at 3:30 am?…
Scandinavian Soiree, ep. 10: July 20 – Copenhagen: Land of Bikes, Bøger, and Bread
Our last full day of the tour boasted a morning journey to Roskilde, a 13th-century city and final resting place of multiple Danish monarchs. Bus ride with my hunk, practicing safe riding. We stopped for a half-hour at the cathedral and I skipped over cobblestones shimmering with morning rain as the sun emerged from behind…
Conversations on El Camino 