In my hand is a boarding pass and on it are three letters in bold: SFO. The ticket agent treated this as a very routine check-in. She tucked the boarding pass into my passport and handed it over the counter like I was just another passenger. Like I wasn’t someone who was about to…
“The city is a museum,” Fernando told me. “If you dig a hole deep enough anywhere you will find something.” We were standing in the middle of what was Ancient Rome’s city center. All around me stood remnants of columns and stone foundations – none of which I would have had any hope of deciphering…
I’m typically a last-minute packer. It’s a two-step process that begins with a list and ends with the zipping up of my carry-on suitcase. But this time is different. Yes, there’s a list – an exhaustive one – but there’s also a few extra steps. And none of this is coming together last-minute (even if…
We are solidly within the two-week mark, and this should all be feeling quite a bit more real. Yet it still does not, and I’m thinking that’s due to our plans (or lack thereof). At the time that I write this, we have the following actually ‘planned’ (read: paid for): 2 one-way tickets from SF…
This all began with an email I flippantly fired off to Dave one Monday morning. It was semi-prompted by the look on his face late the previous night as he anxiously checked his blackberry for the sixth time – from bed. In that email, I proposed a hastily constructed list of ‘next steps’ for our…
Somewhere Seeking 