Month: February 2018

I had no idea what to expect from European camping. Years before, I’d seen campgrounds next to the Mosel near Trier and Koblenz where campers, tents, and RVs stood in tidy, crowded rows along the riverbank. It never looked very inviting to me. I was a backpacker. I’d slept out…

Josef drove Larry and me to the train stop at Kanzem. Larry and I sat on the bench in the concrete shelter and talked about my extraordinary first day in a foreign country. I could only contrast the new world I experienced with my own. Buildings of timbers and plaster…

When I finished high school, I didn’t walk away. I ran away. I left all those terrible years behind me. I wanted a new life. It’s not that the people I ran around with in high school were so bad. But to me, back then, it didn’t matter. Of course,…