I heard the crash before I saw it. I looked up from the road and inexplicably saw the roof of a car where I should have seen the tail end. I called to the boys to wait there, dropped my bike, and ran up the hill as fast as my tired and waterlogged legs would…
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Five Backpacks in Book Form?
The journey has ended, but the story lives on. Somewhere along the line, I realized that we were not traveling anymore. More accurately, traveling had become the exception, not the rule. There were reasons for that, just as there were reasons why we started traveling in the first place. But I’m getting ahead of myself….
The Weird Museums of Belgium
Let’s play a game. I say a word, and you say whatever comes to mind. Ready? Irish … English … French … Belgian … What were your answers? For me, it was Irish Pub, English Channel, French Fries, and Belgian Waffles. Did you get the same? From France, we traveled to Belgium, and if this…
Long Live French Cuisine!
It’s 7 am, and I’ve just tasted the best croissant of my life. The ferry from Cork, Ireland, to Roscoff, France arrived two hours ago; with a long, deep draw of a bow across a cello, its intercom system woke me from the deep sleep that only the swaying dark of a single bunk on…
Santa’s Magical Bicycle and the Freedom of No Choice
One year, on Christmas morning, I ran from my bed to the tree and found a new bicycle. It was gleaming cobalt, big and curvy, with tassels on the handlebars and a big white ‘S’ on the matching blue pleather seat. With stars in my eyes, I gasped in wonder and joy. “Wow!” Santa even…