Summer Postcards 2013
Jello Shots and Patriotism
“Oh my god,” I thought. “I’m one of them – part of an obnoxious gang of American college students terrorizing cities across Europe.”
Mapping the District
That night the summer’s humidity hasn’t yet kicked in, and the air is getting cool, the Cathedral’s distant silhouette imposing against a setting sun. We follow the sound of its bells across the city and into the parking lot, where the echoes reverberate through and out of the building, suddenly tangible and thick.
My Quest for Cheese in a Sleeping City
We walked, step-in-step on the tracks of the light-rail on Yaffo. We passed kids playing tag and religious men on bikes, but in all of our journeying we did not see a single neon “open sign.”
Saudade
Fernando Pessoa, one of the greatest Portuguese poets, wrote, “The value of things is not the time they last, but the intensity with which they occur. That is why there are unforgettable moments and unique people.”
