Venice is Disneyland. It’s impossible not to think of the parallel. Entering the city even necessitates a departure from the rest of the world, as a single bridge represents its lone physical connection to the mainland. The bus journey over is long, plain, almost entirely empty. I see just one pedestrian over the course of […]Read More Venice is Disneyland
I love Los Angeles. I love it because it’s home, naturally. I remember sitting around once with a couple of friends in graduate school, and we talked about the kind of place we envisioned ourselves settling down in when we got older. Without fail, all of us circled the towns and cities where we grew […]Read More I Love L.A.
I have written previously about what Geneva is like as a city, and what Europe feels like for an expat. This entry – as with my Japan recaps (years one, two, and three) is a bit more introspective, an evaluation of my life as I mark the end of my first year in Switzerland. […]Read More Switzerland: Year One
I always loved going to the East Coast. I never failed to be taken by the sense of history that envelope those cities. There are the obvious landmarks, of course, the walk along the Freedom Trail in Boston, the marathon of the National Mall in DC – where significant sites are piled one on top […]Read More The Old World
In the midst of my grandmother’s final days, I couldn’t help but think about how different her life had been from mine, how everything she had been through had made things possible for me, my sister, our cousins. I received the news of her passing in Porto, on New Year’s Day. It pained me to […]Read More The Whole Wide World
I’m always reminded of how small the world can be when I get on a plane. I ask myself why it is that I haven’t visited home in so long. Why it is that I don’t travel more often. It takes ten hours, maybe 12 or 13, and I can easily be on the other […]Read More To Be Continued