I won’t be writing so much once we blow out of Auckland, fear not. Syd and I just ate pumpkin soup in a hole in the wall at One 2 One Ponsonby Street where Emmylou Harris and Mary Black are on the big screen singing The Green Rolling Hills of West Virginia. Ah, and now it’s Cathal McConnell! I’ve been chatting with the man who’s responsible for putting these Transatlantic Sessions up on the TV. […]
Read moreMonth: July 2013
Homeless
Syd and I returned after the appointed time to check into our room. No luck. By the time we were finally admitted it was after noon, too late for my prescribed nap. Remind me next time I travel halfway around the world: book a room in a fancy hotel that will admit you when you arrive. Six hours is a long time to kill when you’re wiped out in a place you don’t know. The […]
Read moreWherever You Go, There You Are
…the title of a Buddhist book, and also what is going through my mind as I sit in The Williamsons Cafe killing time till I can check into my lodging. As I gaze longingly at the shelves of baked goods, the same old demons are bursting out of hiding from between the banana loaf, the chocolate lamington, and the ginger crunch caramel cake. “You thought you could leave us behind by running to the other […]
Read moreWhat Was I Thinking
Every single time I go somewhere, I go through this same thing: waves of profound homesickness. I miss Emmy already, and all my family and my friends and my house and my bed and my pillow and my garden and my washing machine and my shampoo. I’m waiting for Syd to get here to join me in waiting for the airport shuttle. Alas, she is stuck on a train that has no gas, behind another […]
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