“Not only do we travel to different places, but most of all, we travel to different states of our soul.” Werner Bergengruen (1892 – 1964) German novelist
I’m in Bruges. Like the movie. Except without the shooting. What can I say about a city that smells like chocolate, has houses that look like lace, and where the soundtrack is the clip-clop of horses pulling carriages and the (almost constant) melody of forty-seven bells reverberating from the medieval…
My passport is full. Each of the stamps on those little blue pages represents an encounter, an adventure, an education, an accomplishment, a story. I had to go to the passport office to have new pages inserted, and as I sat there waiting, I flipped through, and remembered. These are…
Bruges is in Belgium. I mention this because I think I may have hit the travel wall…I’ve been to so many different European cities lately that I can’t seem to remember where I am. (more…)