In 1984, I took my first solo trip to Europe. 40 years later, I’ve exchanged a backpack for a roller bag. Instead of taking slides, I’ll use my iPhone. Instead of a private, cordoroy-covered journal (which I still cherish) I will post a public blog. Hopefully, you’ll share the awe and joy of what a poet notices. Not all who wander are lost, and I’m forever curious about the world and in its peoples.
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Stay Weird, Austin (ATX)
Austin, June 12 - 17, 2025 I miss writing a blog every day while galavanting around Europe. But in America, we have so many interesting plac...

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Here in the new 2C terminal of Charles deGaulle airport, nothing is open yet. I have followed all of the rules in getting to the airport we...
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Paris has been called the City of Light, and I've seen what writers mean. Rome's twilight, especially next to the sycamore-lined Ti...
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Oh, to be lazy, sleeping in a lofted bed in the chic Trastavere section of Rome! Miriam had put yogurt and berries in the tiny fridge for me...
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