Tag: travel
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The Restaurant Around The Corner
The wind off the Danube was biting and ancient. It tore downriver, curled around the Parliament and whipped past portraits of battles and kings in Buda Castle before doing a crack the whip through the Chain Bridge. The same way it had for years and decades and centuries and millennia. At home, we’d all be…
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Trish
Trish leaned back in her chair and stretched her long legs out over the ottoman. It was a move designed to focus his attention; but to be honest, his attention didn’t need much more focusing. They’d been sitting here in the hotel lobby, close to the fireplace for nearly two hours. Save for a couple…
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What You’re Missing
You know what you’re gaining. A little more time at home, time with your family or your dog or your lover. Precious things. But those are all inward facing, insular. You have more time to hang out with your friends, the ones you chose. The ones you’re comfortable with. But those are not the people…
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Disconnected
It hangs in my memory, isolated. I can’t reminisce because there is no one else that would remember it. It’s weird, such an impactful experience. I remember the hot sweaty dance club, our senses heightened by days off the grid. I remember the cold mountain air at night. I remember the night before we started…
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“I Swear To God I’ll Behave”
My new seat mate raised her hand like scout’s honor. And with that, she plopped down next to me in the first row of First Class. She had just strode onto the airplane, large and in charge and demanded a drink. When she was told we were getting ready to push back and she’d have…
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Together Again
5500 people at this conference tells me that people want to be together again. The rooms are packed, the hallways are packed and the dining areas are packed. Masking has become a non-issue…some do some don’t, everyone does what makes them feel comfortable. In hallways where we’re packed like sardines or the room is crazy…
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Running Through History
I can feel the heat like it was yesterday. It was August and the heat and the humidity were overwhelming. So I got up early, left the hotel, and crossed the busy boulevard to the walls of the Imperial Palace. A God lived there, or so the Japanese believed at one time. Some still do…
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Running In Geneva
It’s pitch black out and the steady rain insures that it’s not going to get light anytime soon. It’s 5am on a winter morning in Geneva and I’m going out for a run in the rain without really knowing where I’m going. I can remember small things…running by the florescent lit parking garages of a…