In the morning, I open one eye and see my cousin on the bed next to mine reading a book. I don’t know where I am. That is never a good sign for the night before […}
Architecture, love, loss & liberty
Memory is a theme that finds its way into Daniel Libeskind’s architecture. People move on. They rebuild. And one day they are able to look up toward the sky again […]
A journalist’s Warsaw
I have been in a mall in Warsaw for two hours and I haven’t seen a single Asian, either as […]
The 38th Parallel
To this day, when I hear Blind Melon’s No Rain, I think of the 38th parallel — the demilitarized zone […]
Chasing Kafka in Prague
I am standing in front of two men literally having a pissing contest and I cannot look away. By “men,” […]
How I found my muse in Florence
Of all the nine muses, all I really needed was one — to recover, to rewrite, to reclaim the contents of my missing flash drive. But really, it was to recover myself […]
In. f*cking. Bruges.
I waited for years to get to Bruges after watching the dark comedy In Bruges. The film is beautifully written, […]
Two GPS and still lost in Poland
My friend Gautier is on the phone with Andrej, whose flat in Krakow we are renting for the night. He’s […]
Things a Chicago local wants you to know
Randy Hunt has lived in many cities in the United States. A software developer based in Chicago for Discovery Channel […]
The light of Angkor Wat
There is an old folk tale that goes if you whisper your deepest secrets into a hole on an old […]
A girl named Penny in Delphi
We have all fallen in love with our local tour guide in Delphi, Greece. Her name is Penny Kolomvotsou; she […]
