Tag Archives: Travel

Stuck in the Middle

I got caught in a stau and thought about writing this post during the delay. But I didn’t. It probably wouldn’t have been legal. Stau is the German word for traffic jam. This one seemed endless. In half an hour I drove a kilometre. Given that I usually walk at a pace of between four […]

Coming Attractions…

I’m writing this post on an Italian train. I am tired, and it is hot. The train is packed and has no air conditioning. I’m enduring this for you. Travel posts are a big part of the random thoughts you find here. I don’t travel often, but when I do I try and pack in […]

Technological Challenges

This is not the post I had scheduled for today. Which has me mildly annoyed, as I had some pictures I wanted to share today. I think I mentioned I was traveling on business these days. In a perfect world I would have planned ahead and had all the posts for the time period written […]

What Is Good About Travel?

When you read this I am probably traveling. Which is a lot less thrilling than it sounds. Pretty much my entire day today involves getting from Point A to Point B. I used to love to travel. There was the thrill of discovering new places, new people, new foods. I even used to like air […]

I Think Today Is Thursday

The trip back to Germany was uneventful, much better than the 42-hour marathon we took getting to Canada six weeks ago. Now comes the adjustment again to language and culture, which will take much more than the adjustment to this time zone. It was so nice to be in the same time zone as the […]

Traffic Reports

The technology disturbs me, even if I appreciate the intent. We took our first longer road trip this week in the car we purchased a couple of months back. It wasn’t the first time we had been on the Autobahn (not counting short trips to the Basel airport), though it felt like it. Back in […]

If The Train’s On Time…

According to government propaganda in fascist Italy of the 1920s and 1930s, the unstated message was that, while you might not care for the man, at least under Mussolini the trains ran on time. They didn’t of course, and still don’t. Given the propensity for dictators to kill their critics, it probably wasn’t healthy to […]