Things that make ya go awww….
And they’ll make ya say awwww over and over again… I love visiting places a second time. Both my sister and I had both been to Prague before and done…
Moving west to center…
Its kinda odd to say that going to Prague is moving west, but we sat up in a couchette car through the night and made it to Prague quite early.…
A fraction of impact…
So… more than the 20 tons of human hair some still braided and knotted… …more than the enormous piles of shoes or mangled glasses frames or combs and shaving cream…
Roses and gold…
I have just been spending some time amongst the beauty of the structures… …and amongst the flowers… …and the flowers that float. But I think this one was a new…
And this is not a surprise…
If you take stock of everything in your life and think, “Wow, this is exactly where I want to be.” Then you are a truly blessed person. If you take…
Buda and Pest = Budapest…
So, who knew that Budapest, Hungary, is actually two cities now glued together? Well, it is. Both sides of the Danube River. And if you can’t tell from the above…
Up one hill…
…and down another. Over and over again. I’m going to spare you actually how long, but leisurely taking photos out the window added up to a few hundred over the…
Never expect plans…
Never expect to know where you will be this afternoon, let alone tomorrow or next week. If you do, you’re likely setting yourself up for disappointment. Because whatever you THINK…
Walk in someone else’s sandals…
…or have your own made for you. The Melissinos have been making sandals for three generations now. And for famous people, too: John Lennon, Jackie Onassis, Bob Saget, a host…
In the shade…
Took a walk around the historical stuff again today. Acropolis, the agoras… …so many of the old stories that I was told come flooding back. Its really true: you remember…
Two peas in a pod…
…or two grapes on a vine, if you will. Or two dogs in a window surrounded by grapes on a vine. I mean, its all Athens. For a short time…
To be home again…
…yet I am thousands of miles away. But to me, this feels very much like “home.” Somehow, Greece feels just as much of “home” as my University back in Arkansas…