July 25, 2016 Baia Mare, Romania (Continued. Note: this is taken from an actual diary entry from my time traveling in Eastern Europe.) I will do my best to recap yesterday in detail. Such a remarkable day! First, it continues to be so hot here I can hardly stand it. No one seems to be … More The Eastern Europe Diaries: Romania III
An elderly woman I met in my travels may be getting scammed. What would you do? … More Possible Elder Scam: What Would You Do?
2016 has been a year of many lessons. The truth is, lessons, the big ones anyway, rarely come looking like lessons. They look instead like the things you do every day, like the obstacles you face, and like the pathways you choose in response. … More Celebrating the End of a Year with Many Lessons
The town is so beautiful! A canal, the churches, cobblestone streets, a beautiful town square with buildings being revitalized, hills in the distance. Lovely cafes in the square and people so dressed up, drinking espresso, coffee, and even beer, first thing in the morning.
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I don’t even know where to start or how to put this into words, but Romania charmed me the second I crossed her border! Long fields of corn ready to be picked, the silks browning, miles and miles of sunflowers in full bloom, their faces in unison; the most gorgeous sunset; wells still in operation – a bucket lifted and locals drinking from it, filling their water bottles; buildings in beautiful decay. … More The Eastern Europe Diaries: Romania
I’m ready to board the train to to Baia Mare, Romania. It is parked on the tracks in front of me, being cleaned as I wait and write this. … More The Eastern Europe Diaries: Bye Bye Budapest, and Prepping for Baia Mare, Romania
While traveling through eight countries in Europe this summer, I kept a pretty detailed diary. Over several entries, I will share that journal with you. Enjoy! First stop: Budapest, Hungary! … More The Eastern Europe Diaries: Budapest, Hungary
With all of the pain we experience through the acts of others, it’s easy to see why isms exist. We are afraid. We are protecting ourselves. And categorizing, segregating, devaluing, deporting, walling off and stereotyping an entire demographic gives us a sense of control in a world that feels, simply put, out of control. … More Regarding the Election, Empathy and the Role of Travel
While Backpack Mister is doing some solo overseas exploration UK-style, (Go, Backpack Mister, Go!) Brooklyn Hound and I are holding down the fort here in the Twin Cities. … More Finding Our Way in the Twin Cities
About two weeks ago, around midnight, I was standing at the East Side Gallery in Berlin, Germany. The scant remaining portions of the wall stood illuminated by streetlights, embellished with giant, concrete-panel-wide paintings, and gated to protect it from curious or thieving hands. … More The Walls We Build, The Walls We Tear Down