The View from a Drawbridge

Tag: tourist

  • West Coast Wander, Day 10: Los Angeles, California

    As much as I’ve traveled, which is a lot, I’ve never felt so much like an official tourist.

  • Karma’s a B****

    Back in the 80’s I must have been the only Floridian who didn’t realize that Waldo, Florida was a speed trap. I got a ticket. This little town is in the middle of nowhere, and after going through miles and miles of, well, nowhere, you suddenly enter their town and the speed limit quickly drops…

  • Window Shopping

    In general, I’m not much of a shopper. The more I move, the less desire I have to accumulate. And when purchasing something cannot be avoided, I don’t really feel like dithering around. I just want to get in there, grab what I need, pay for it and leave. Yeah, yeah, I appreciate your offer…

  • “Ja, das ist der Platz”

    Standing in line on a dock in Croatia, waiting for the hydrofoil to Venice, I noticed a German tourist with her dog in tow. I hadn’t seen my dogs in weeks and missed them terribly. Using hand signals to break the language barrier, I asked if I could pet her dog. She nodded. I began…

  • Washington Slept Here and Other Informational Tidbits

    Unless you’re the most unobservant American on the planet, chances are you’ve seen at least one of these historical markers in your lifetime. They’ll usually sneak up on you while you’re playing tourist. Often they’ll be on a street corner or in front of a house in some historic neighborhood, telling you that someone famous…

  • My Gift to Myself

    I want Italy to soak into my skin.