As I have not yet taken the time to tell of my trip to France, I thought I ought to write about Italy while the experience is still fresh in my mind. The many wonders of Rome have been sung by many bards more talented than I, so I will only say that St. Peter's … Continue reading This is that Foreign Land with the Sprayed on Tans
The weather in Germany is ridiculously, inordinately hot just now. When we left for Rome, the temperature could barely cling to 15 degrees Celsius as a high. After three sunny days in Italy, we have brought the weather back with us, and now the temperature has more than doubled to somewhere between thirty-eight and thirty-nine … Continue reading Here Comes the Sun
The weather in Germany is ridiculously, inordinately cold at this time of year, even according to the residents. Here it is, mid July, and every day for the past two weeks has been cold, windy, and rainy. I do not think the temperature has risen above twenty degrees Celsius, and most of the time not … Continue reading When the Rain Comes
A good friend once told me I must be part Armenian, because I have a story for everything. Mutt though I am, I do not think this is true. Being Armenian, I mean; I dare not question the latter part. Today's story involves the European postal system, whose very backwardness could inspire many more stories … Continue reading I got a Letter this Morning, What do you Reckon it Read?