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Stuck in France, Part II

“ExCUSE me, would you mind if we watched the fashion channel?” said My P.

They slowly turned around to face us. “We’re both Dutch,” said the older one in a slow, methodical voice. “The Netherlands is playing Argentina in the World Cup Finals, and we’re not changing the channel.”

My P. has a dead-pan expression, unrivaled in any country. She looked perturbed. And just a bit bitchy. And, did I notice the beginnings of a pout?

Football (a.k.a. soccer, for ye Yanks) Fever

This English teacher/computer geek who writes poetry in her free time is starting to like football. Put a small-town gal from the corn fields of America in the streets of Europe, and strange things happen.

Bangkok, Liverpool, and Home Again

The highest open air bar in the Asia Pacific, The Moon Bar at the Banyan Tree Hotel is just the place to be at sunset, and the perfect place to watch the full moon rise over the humming, electric grid of Bangkok. It's almost as good as watching the Liverpool-West Ham soccer (... um... er.... football) match. I have the shirt to prove it.

(images by shamash)

Strawberries, Champagne, and Soccer

Here in Y., you have to be a bit creative and make your own bit of fun.

Here's to making the best of a Sunday afternoon soccer game.

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Riding

"It's the journey that's important, not just the destination." (click to enlarge this photo I took this weekend. Kinda funky, and perhaps one to submit to the Mirror Project?

Feeding the Soul

"Silently, we move across the lake, skimming like a four-legged spider or a graceful insect, making but a ripple in the water."