Category Travel Writing
The last couple of weeks have been a bit of a mess – both literally and metaphorically. Puppies, it turns out, are just as bad for your sleeping habits as babies, unsurprisingly. But more on that later. For now, here’s a poem. These days, roadtrips always make me want to write. Advertisements
The last time I was in Belgrade, some friends and I went out for drinks and I asked Uroš – a Serbian vegetarian, ie. a real live unicorn – why he was a vegetarian in a country whose love of grilled meat is surpassed only by the fanatical Argentina.
“What do you see?” he asked, looking out over the city. “I see a stranger and a strange land, both waiting for the other to become familiar,” she replied, catching sight of her reflection in the window.
Well, my revival has survived into its second week. This Sunday’s word is one that I only recently learned, despite spending large chunks of my youth in used bookstores precisely because of it. Well, it and the cheap books.
There’s actually a song by a Canadian parody band called The Arrogant Worms that’s called Trees and Rocks (or Rocks and Trees) that’s about the scenery in Canada, and how we’re mainly (you guessed it) trees and rocks. Anyway, it has nothing to do with this poem, other than my tangential brain. That aside, this […]
Here croissants are small with tips that curl inward, forming a lopsided circle. You eat them in cafes for breakfast with milky coffee. Often, there will be a dog underneath your table when you do this. If it gets cold, the dog will curl up, nose to tail, forming a lopsided circle. It will look suspiciously like your croissant.
So, I recently moved from Canada to Argentina. Culture shock isn’t something I feel very often, but I was definitely expecting more of it this time. That said, I think this has been a more painless process than expected because I’m cocooned in a bubble inhabited by thesis-writing and an English-speaking partner who came complete with an apartment for […]