Lost in the city; bike stolen; scam artists.
I can finally navigate my way home…
The mailwoman skids through the snow on her bike delivering packages.
In winter I love walking along Stockholm’s ice-flecked harbor, talking to boats.
My mittened hands grasp mulled, spiced red wine at the German Christmas Market in Cologne.
Hot crepes spread paper-thin and tossed over; I love Parisian food!
Popping open my umbrella: rain, sun, rain; I did not know Holland had a monsoon season!
Queen’s Day and the streets are crammed with carousing Dutchies wearing orange head to foot.
I watched sun flood stained glass windows in a Barcelona church, birds singing outside.
“Hello duckling in the canal, bunny, gosling, wind-swept beach at the Hague; hello thesis.”
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