This is how we prefer to roll in the travels category: 1) Hit quaint small town for a respectable lunch and stroll 2) Head a few miles east to explore weirdo beachside nuclear power station/nature preserve/semi-abandoned fishing village Meet the Dungeness headland in Kent. Actually the village part seemed to be fairly lively—it has a … Read More
As we lounged on the banks of the Spree, L filled me in on Herrentag aka Man Day. A day when roving groups of men pull around carts of beer, get sauced, wave little flags, and dance on boats. Or whatever. Somehow it took me three years to find out about this.
Schönfließer Straße, Berlin. Thinking about my friends and their loved ones in Japan.
Kastanienallee, Berlin. The wind is blowing, the birds are singing, and the sun is shining, but the lunchtime streets still smell like soup and campfires. + The Field Office on Flight 001’s blog.
College of Santa Fe Santa Fe, New Mexico
Albuquerque, New Mexico This is an outdoor mall in Albuquerque called “ABQ Uptown.” It is supposed to replicate the feeling of shopping on Main Street and is the mullet of shopping malls; street parking in front, parking lots in the back. But the most baffling feature is the piped in music, emanating from the stone … Read More
If you parked like this in just about any American city you would guarantee yourself a parking ticket—if not a tow—in about five minutes. Here no one even notices.
This little goodie made me happy. More of this, please.
Apparently this is an international phenomenon, not exclusive to Berlin.
This afternoon I went to the flea market in the Mauerpark, which was in extra fine form today. There was a band doing a cover of the Doobie Brothers’ Without Love and there was this painting for sale—a kind of Little House on the Prairie meets Thomas Cole scene. It was considered.