I didn’t steal my first Dutch bicycle, I salvaged it from a local train station. It had been abandoned since February and stood rusting in the rain and frost, there in the bushes, until I finally decided to take it home in April. With some elbow grease and a new back tire I would have … More The Dutch Cycle of Life
To this day I regret not learning to speak Swedish when I had the chance. My first visit to Sweden was also my first visit to any country where English is not the first language. During a journey when anything that could wrong, did go wrong, speaking a little bit of Swedish could have helped … More Swedish: The Nordic Language of Love
Matthew’s third birthday was to be spent at Disneyland, frolicking with Mickey and Pinocchio. We didn’t have a big budget available, so we traveled on a small one. We rode in the second class train to Paris and stayed in a youth hostel. We ate picnics under the Eiffel Tower and walked between the museums to … More Disneyland On Strike?