Anxious thoughts of the future have kept me from sleep tonight. Granted, it is hard enough to sleep on a minibus, but it is even harder when my mind is full of things I have to do when I get home next month. It has finally dawned on me that we're really going ot be in Boston soon, and I can even be excited about seeing people, throwing parties, checking craigslist.orgt for jobs and apartments, and rummaging through my boxes in the basement--but those same thoug...

Heaven: That's what I first thought about Atilla's Getaway at 8:00 in the morning. Our night bus from Istanbul arrived early, so I struggled to enter the world and put in my contact lenses while Scott found the tourist office and called the hostel to pick us up. Five minutes later we were standing in front of a serene pool surrounded by faux Greek statues, hammocks, and cushions, being offered a choice of 6 delicious breakfasts. Our excitement defeated our ex...

We're free again. Out of the predetermined schedule, Scott and I are free to explore at our own pace, and to make decisions based on our own priorities. Sitting on our beautiful rooftop terrace, the Blue Mosque towering above me to the right, the Marmara Sea stretching out to my left, I am caught between extreme emotions. As much as I enjoyed both Serbia and Romania, I am very glad to get my life back into my own hands again. But every time I allow myself the...