“I’m not sure if I knew what I was signing up for when I said yes to going on another ‘adventure.’” So began the first post in this blog two years ago. I remember sitting on the floor in a corner at gate E28 in Atlanta, tired and a bit confused, writing those … [Read More]
Giving away the Broken Pieces
We were connected. We sat in a row, the five of us, waiting to see our friend Emily let her voice echo through the high ceilings of the church. Sure, we didn’t know what we had gotten ourselves into. It was my first Grün-Donnerstag, and most of the others were feeling just as out of … [Read More]
Foreign Things and Smiles to Guide the Way
She smiled at me again. I walked into Padeffke on Mühlstraße, and the barista smiled at me again. Her smile gives me a bit of courage, and I stumble my way through an order that is six or seven sentences long, because I’m just not sure what the bread with the olives and cucumbers is … [Read More]
Strangers, Hospitality, and Choosing to Be Uncomfortable – 5/23/13
I’m not sure if I knew what I was signing up for when I said yes to going on another “adventure.” Seven standby flights later, still stuck in Chicago, looking at the floors of Midway and wondering if it was more comfortable if I took an hour of subway travel to sleep at O’Hare… wondering … [Read More]