About Me

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Camera in hand, I wander down a slumbering street somewhere off the beaten touristy path. The warm afternoon sun filters through the tops of the buildings casting puddles of light onto the cobblestones. A well used bicycle is propped up against a weather-battered wall and I snap a few pics. The smell of coffee lures me into the neighborhood cafe and I grab a little table by the window for an afternoon treat. This is my favorite time to write. I pull out my notebook, telling it all about the feelings and thoughts this trip has stirred in my soul, or simply about the the things I’ve seen and done so far that day. I look up and watch the street come to life as the late afternoon beckons people home. Children in school uniforms chatter about their day to their parents, young lovers stroll arm-in-arm slowly by, a suited middle aged man pockets his cell and loosens his tie. A few tourists swivel themselves around and around trying to follow Siri’s directions. One looks my way so I give them a relaxed smile before bowing over my notebook to make another entry. Maybe I look like a tourist, too, and they take my cue, sitting down to enjoy the moment, right where they are. And maybe someday they will see the picture of that bike I took and read the story I was inspired to write while I was sitting next to them at the cafe and they will laugh as they reminisce about that time they got lost on their trip but had fun anyway.