The HMS Vicky left the Port of Montreal quite a while ago and has docked for a stay in my hometown of Markham, Ont. The town of Markham isn’t on the water, so there no possibility of keeping a boat here. So I’ve docked her in the waters of the nearest body of water: Lake [...]
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Dear Schwarma/Doner Kebab, It’s been a while since we’ve been together. I’ve been thinking about you a lot. Every time I walk by a giant metal skewer, strung with meat, you still make my head still turn. Last time I saw you I was in Ximending, Taipei’s trendy teen shopping area. I wanted you but [...] Last weekend my parents came to visit me, officially marking the half-way point of my exchange. Along with them came my aunt and uncle visiting from Georgia. Together we did one thing I had been waiting for since the second day I was in the country, when I saw it for the first time.
It’s Friday morning and I’m too lazy to drag myself out of bed and into town. This means I’m missing market, a crucial part of European life. Market is kind of like if the CNE ran year-round without the rides but with cheese and vegetables. Basically it’s a maze of white tents [...] We’re now concluding month two in the Kingdom of the Netherlands and I’m more *foodsick than ever. Dutch food is bland and joyless and they know it. Part of the reason I’m feeling this way is because all I have to eat my own cooking in this country. It’s too expensive to eat out here [...] |
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