Storyline: 2024 Fall trip to Europe
The reason for this short visit was very sad.
(The four photos from the mountains are given to me by Vanya, curtesy Ivo and his friend. Ivo’s last photos.) Continue reading “Sofia as always was nice, but…”
Budapest was a wash, literally!
Storyline: 2024 Fall trip to Europe
Sept 14 – Sept 21
We made it safe to Budapest on one of the last trains that ran from cold and stormy Vienna (snow to the west of Austria). What a change from a few days ago! Continue reading “Budapest was a wash, literally!”
Warm dry winter, wet cool summer
It is July and I have booked our next flights. And accommodations. And some trains. In February Alex thought we would not travel again. Continue reading “Warm dry winter, wet cool summer”
Krasi
I’ve been sitting on this post for two years now. It is a difficult subject, related to a very close University friend of mine. Continue reading “Krasi”
Sojourn in Prague, fall 1990
Storyline: Virtual Itinerary
Episodes from: Adventures of Topsi, Bobsi, Buku & Navigator
Once upon a time there were countries and people living under communism. Travel then wasn’t freely allowed. Continue reading “Sojourn in Prague, fall 1990”
A day’s drive through Germany, summer 1993
Storyline: Virtual Itinerary
Episodes from: Adventures of Topsi, Bobsi, Buku & Navigator
This story is a small part of a much bigger one. At this time however, we will not shed light on all the incredible and unbelievable adventures of the protagonists. Continue reading “A day’s drive through Germany, summer 1993”
Holiday season past and present
Before moving back to our travel organising and preparation, here’s one last post related to the holiday season that just vanished into the new year. Continue reading “Holiday season past and present”
Capitalism, socialism, my grannies, and… a Cow!
It could have been my imagination and sensitivity as a child, but there was always some sort of competition between my grannies. Continue reading “Capitalism, socialism, my grannies, and… a Cow!”
Dora
August this year marked 20 years since my best childhood friend left this world. I wrote the verses below in 1998, shortly after I learned about her tragic departure. As far as I know, it was a surgical error that should have never happened. At that time I had been in Canada for about three years. Writing, especially poetry, in a language learned in adult life can never be the same as writing in one’s mother tongue. But poetry was part of my learning process, and also the best way to express my feelings. Continue reading “Dora”
