Bruges

In Bruges

In Bruges

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…
The World in a Little Blue Book

The World in a Little Blue Book

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…