Things We Are Not Taller Than: San Francisco is part of a series. You can read about the origins of our travel tradition here. The thing about being a local in San Francisco, is that you don’t often do the touristy things. While I have walked across the Golden Gate Bridge several times, I’d never been…
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Things We Are Not Taller Than: Aachen is part of a series. You can read about the origins of our travel tradition here. Before I met Tim, I didn’t know anything about the city of Aachen. Even after I met him, I understood that it was a “study town”, home to one of the best technical…
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This post is part of a series. You can read about the origins of our travel tradition here. It was a dark and stormy day in the Scottish Highlands. Mist was lying low over the lochs. We were on the last bite of our haggis toastie. The damp was seeping through the windows, but in front…
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This post is part of a series. You can read about the origins of our travel tradition here. You get sort of used to being disappointed by things in real life. The Mona Lisa? Much smaller than expected. Notré Dame, smaller. The Statue of Liberty, smaller. So when I read in advance of our Egypt…
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Country 11: Italy | This post is both part of my 30×30 series (read more here!) and part of my travel traditions series (read more here.). “What a wonder it is! So grand, so solemn, so vast! And yet so delicate, so airy, so graceful! A very world of solid weight, and yet it seems …a delusion…
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This post is part of a series. You can read about the origins of our travel tradition here. “We approached Athens from the north in early twilight, climbing a hill. When we reached its peak, we were dazzled to look down and see the Acropolis struck by one beam of the setting sun, as it posing…
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This post is part of a series. You can read about the origins of our travel tradition here. If you look at the Campanile San Marco, you’d be shocked to know that it was built 1000 years ago. The graceful, fluted lines; the narrow, tapered windows; the patina’ed peak at the top of which rotates the…
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This post is part of a series. You can read about the origins of our travel tradition here. It was built by the druids. Or by Merlin. Or by giants, who, while dancing in a ring, became frozen by an inexplicable power and turned to stone. It was magic, or superb engineering, or the work of…
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This post is part of a series. You can read about the origins of our travel tradition here. When you think about the world’s most iconic buildings, Big Ben has to spring to mind. It instantly conveys London, the same way the Statue of Liberty or Eiffel Tower convey New York City and Paris. But did…
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Nothing thrills me more than passing the Brandenburger Tor. So iconic, so stately, so scarred with history. It always instantly calls to mind the famous John F. Kennedy speech (or rather more accurately, the bits sampled in Gostan’s Klanga—an earworm if ever I had one). Tim and I took this shot on our first visit…
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Up and Gone 