When we left the palace, the bus turned down a narrow little street to begin dropping us off at our hotels. From the first narrow street, he turned down a smaller one, cutting the corner closely. When the left rear tires cut across the ...
Hopefully my week-long departure from the blogosphere did not leave any of you of utmost faithful readers worried (or doubting) my return; the literal and digital vacation was quite nice, but, as usual with such vacations, I returned to ...
So, Halley & I arranged to stay in a two bedroom flat shared by a 24-year-old former Michiganian and a black-humored 22-year-old Englishman, the former of which was a real estate agent/hotel manager and the latter an English teacher (I ...
