I am too tired today to write a whole post. That happens. An owl died today; I saw some amazing vulture behavior at the nature park outside of town; I ate another sweet waffle. To see today’s full gallery of pictures, click here: vulture culture
By “they,” I mean “lunches.” Chipz had potential… a deep fried variety pack, a deep fried burger, and fries (no mayo, please). Except, like many good romances, it always looked more delicious in my dreams. Bicky Burger and the accompanying “mixgrill” were all highly processed. So they had that strange Read more…
Moving backwards in time, I just got back from the supermarket a short time ago. Nothing will make an American feel quite as privileged as going to a supermarket pretty much anywhere else in the world. Do you want a cup of soup you can microwave? Good luck. How about Read more…
I woke up as late as I could, which turned out to be eleven. I’m still struggling with jetlag, and keep popping awake at 3 am–here’s hopping I’m cured. Before I mention what I saw today, here are the things I ate: Breakfast: two slices of fresh wheat sourdough, a Read more…
There’s pretty much a rule about travel writing and airports–but my flight out of DC was delayed about 2 hours, with boarding and sitting and deboarding and reboarding. So, I feel at least like mentioning it. Also, over the Atlantic I watched Cinderella Moon, a retelling of the “original” story Read more…