TS Elliot might have suggested the end of the world ends with a whimper but I decided to mark the end of my transatlantic adventure with a bang, which meant flying back to Europe from Las Vegas. Continue reading
Category Archives: USA
Boot Camp Week 3 and 4
There is an exercise I totally hate: repetition. We work in couples and one person says a sentence about something he/she perceives in the other, and then the other responds exactly the same “you are nervous” “I am nervous” ad nauseam. Continue reading
Boot Camp Week 2
I am still feeling shy about going out there in the middle of the room or stage and in one of the exercises I totally blocked when told I had to buy a sandwich in character. Continue reading
Boot Camp Week 1
I have survived the first week and though there were a few moments when I asked myself “what the hell am I doing here?” for the most part it was fine. Continue reading
To Infinity…and Beyond!
For the most part, we are creatures of habit. It is easy to get used to the way things are and plod along. We only drink coffee with breakfast, we exercise in the evenings, we do not ski, etc. Nothing wrong with that except that perhaps our world becomes that bit smaller. Continue reading
History Lesson in San Antonio, Texas
Sometime during the early 1700s, and while Texas was part of Spain, it was decided that something needed to be done to stop the French advancing from Louisiana and a mission and fort were built along each other. Continue reading
Charleston, A Town Fit for a King
Charleston is without a doubt one of the prettiest towns I have ever seen. My couchsurfing host was very nice and said I could stay for a couple of weeks which was wonderful. Continue reading
Madison, Jewel of the Antebellum Trail
A few towns in Georgia form the antebellum trail, that is, seven historic communities that escaped being burned during the civil war and Sherman’s March to the Sea and that are a show case for the most beautiful architecture. Madison is the jewel of Georgia’s antebellum trail and remains full of history. Continue reading
One Day in Atlanta
Margaret Mitchell’s home is a small apartment she later fondly called “the dump”, where she wrote most of her famous book. It was indeed tiny and hard to link the mammoth volume with such tight surroundings.