The checkout lady says “boa noite”. I repeat it back as best I can only to be sized up from over her rims, followed with a blank stare and a cold “hee-ello”. Guess I didn’t quite get it right. Besides the running clothes, I now carry the confident swagger of an American, complete with near-permanent smile. I wish I could simply flip the switch and localize my body language back to Europe, but having been away for so long that is hard to do.
A Walk In The Park
Remember reading something about the ridge being the safest route in snow so I hook a left to find a clear break line I just walked underneath of. Danger now officially not imagined and can no longer be ignored.
Short Dreams: Fishing for Pigs
There was a new wilderness area, just sprung into existence by the side of the road, seemingly out of nowhere. […]
Short Dreams: Mom in Jail
So I dreamed my family was visiting from the Netherlands and suddenly mom went missing. I found out she’d been […]
“Country roads take me home, to the place I belong…” tore at my heart, understanding that “home” will always be the Netherlands with my family, while “…the place I belong” is here at this table.
The Lion and I
In my dream, all the smartphones in the world had stopped working and most people had left cities to go […]