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Seville Snapshots: Red line, Jackson station
My heart still thunders every time the L thunders past me. The whoosh throws me off-kilter as it heads south towards the Dan Ryan. People filter in and out, not even aware that we’re all clustered in...
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Seville Snapshots: Horse Carriages
Last night, after my friend Karen’s book party, I fell asleep curled up listening to a heavy downpour while I hogged both sides of the bed. For someone who craves summer and the smell of chlorine...
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My Biggest Travel Fiasco (or, the time I spent New Year’s Eve alone in Romania)
Budapest, Hungary The clock reads 7:32 a.m. The man in the front seat is antsy, nervously playing with the manual lock system on the minivan. “Where are these people? Don’t they know we could be late...
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Yes, Boss! : On Learning to Drive a Tuk Tuk in India
“Ok Boss, you take over now.” Mukul grinned widely as he took his hands off of the glorified bike handlebars that constitute the steering wheel, ignition and gas pedal of a tuk tuk, and motioned for me...
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