In Pursuit of 50

Reds, yellows, greens, and all shades between blur past the tempered glass windows by the backseat of the Chevy passenger van. I keep dodging a swinging sock wielded by a nearly-six-year-old who answers most questions with a raised-eyebrow "tchya", and continue to hunt in vain for a comfortable position for my cramped legs. Nine bodies…

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Afterword

I've spent the past week in recovery from daily hiking. Recovery activities have included laundry (in a MACHINE!!); short jaunts of exploration by foot (couldn't quit cold turkey, of course); strapping myself into metal tubes with strangers for stretches (contradictory verbiage) of 3 to 8 hours over the course of a 31-hour day; and thoroughly…

Postscripts: An American in Europe, pt 2

Driving is a continuous game of chicken. What appears to be a one-lane road is generally 2-way, with pedestrians and bicyclists thrown in to make things interesting. The drivers seem nonplussed; I, on the other hand... 😳 Flower boxes everywhere. Geraniums and petunias grace more windows than not (and I love it!) Not all bathrooms…