Postcard #7 Hot Dam, Welcome to Amsterdam

I don’t think I slept for twenty four hours; the excitement bubbled inside me, refusing to simmer and and eventually dissolve until the plane had landed and I had found her. As usual, I found myself rushing to the gate because I apparently enjoy a challenge and the thrill of nearly missing a flight. Fortunately,Continue reading “Postcard #7 Hot Dam, Welcome to Amsterdam”

Postcard #3: Backyard Games

There was once a trail behind our house that ran along what was called the Gunpowder River. I don’t know much of its history because I didn’t pay that much attention to it; I prefered running around and exploring between the bushes, the rocks, the fallen branches for anything that looked appealing, such as aContinue reading “Postcard #3: Backyard Games”

Postcard #2: Iceland Round One

” Why are you starting here?” they say as I tell them of the destination I had in mind. I roll my eyes; I was definitely the kind of child that always asked ” Are we there yet?” about fifty million times if I didn’t have my face pressed against a window imagining a giantContinue reading “Postcard #2: Iceland Round One”