After the tour of Brugge was finished, my sister Meg and I wandered in the direction of a recommended restaurant. We paused for a second to get our bearings and that’s when we saw her: a young woman who had been on our tour. I smiled at her as she got closer and asked if…
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A Cold Awakening
I pushed the button, stuck my hands under the water, and immediately yanked them back. I don’t like cold. Cold temperatures. Cold showers. And certainly not cold water to wash my hands in a restaurant bathroom. But there was no temperature control on the faucet. Push down on the top and ice cold water pours…
Learning Spanish: The Masked Man
My youngest sister Meg had come to visit me in Valencia, Spain. I had not yet climbed the Micalet–a tower near the cathedral–so we decided to do it. We went into the church and a sign told us to wait until we were called forth. Nearby, in a small alcove, we could see a masked…
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