When I first started teaching in Poland, my students asked me what I thought about the country. I answered that I really liked the train system. I thought it was great that there are train connections to nearly every city and town in Poland, and that I can live a car-free life.
They stared in response. “You like theRead More
Thirteen months ago, I began my life in Wroclaw with a walk. Drawn to walking as a way of getting to know a new place through the slow absorption of details, I’d hoped that I would also begin stepping toward a deeper understanding of place. I knew that I’d have the opportunity to do a lot of traveling during those thirteen months in Europe – two weeks in Croatia, one week in Budapest, a few daysRead More
A big, black dog stands inside the entrance to the cemetery. Instinct stops my feet, and I slowly pull my hand away from the gate. I eye him and he eyes me. But he seems apathetic. As languid as his surroundings. His tail brushes my leg as I inch inside.
The door to the ticket office is ajar. The dim, dusty roomRead More
A half-emptied bucket of paint, most of its former contents splattered on the pavement, marked the entrance to the alley connecting Ul. Ruska and Ul. Sw. Anthoniego. The nameless passage – officially dubbed the Nameless Passage – was filled with artists. Paint, in vivid shades of blues, reds and greens, dried in variousRead More
It’s taken me a long time – almost my entire lifetime – to learn to appreciate flower gardens.
I voiced this musing out loud while walking through the botanical garden in Wroclaw last weekend.
“You don’t like flowers? But it’s so beautifulRead More
I had dinner a few nights ago at a local Armenian restaurant. If I had to describe the experience in three words – and alliterally – it would be cozy, cute and comfy. And chic. With only enough room for six tables, the atmosphere was intimate, with hanging tapestries and mirrors to create the balanced illusionRead More