Photopost, 3 from Europe

It's a week I look forward to all year: tour guide summit week in Washington State. So many wonderful people, sharing this lucky career, and an employer I believe in.

I had a delicious meal in this sidewalk cafe in Brussels.
The rain only added to it all.

So I'll be learning and sharing and laughing a lot these next 9 days. But not much sleep. And nearly no free time. So the next few posts will be photos that have been lingering on my computer, unused, but in which I find some version of beauty, and a post link for each place.

A friend my lady and I made in Greece.
A time that feels both near and unbearably far away

How wonderful to live in a world with so many facets of beauty!

So much beauty in Istanbul, it was difficult
to pick just a few for a post about the city.

Happy January!

Photo Friday - Stairs

I’ll make you a deal. One post per week with words in it, less than a page-worth, circa 500. And one post of photos. Workable?

Wednesday had words in it, and next week just might have a massive conspiracy to reveal, so today is for letterless images, eyes but few i’s.

Today itself is a day between places, step by stepping, heading somewhere I’m sure, where I expect perhaps. But along the way, beauty lives in every detail in this marvelous world of ours.

 This is half of them, the other half are on the vagabondurges.com version, here.

See you Tuesday (unless the government finds out and assassinates me first.)

Riding a theme through Europe, 3 quick photos

If I tell you a story, I’ll want to sit down. If I sit down, I’ll fall asleep. If I fall asleep, I’ll miss the next story.

So instead, I’ll take the easy way out, the modern way out, with a bit of a tap on the nose on my hurried way out, and I’ll show, not tell.

But with so many to choose from, I’ll return to an old friendly theme, whose population grows in a reliable…cycle.

Tour guide training moves to a new city, a new country, a new tour tomorrow. So for now, grazie and ciao from Rome.

Ze Germans, zey are riding zheir bicycles so fast! But not zis vun, zough,
he isht sleeping.

Ah, but mon amis, to ride ze bicycle on a night so soft, so romantique,
it would be a crime tres 'orible! We would 'ave to put you in ze Bastille!

Il Duomo a Firenze, in Italia, e molto bella, of course.
Ma anche una bicicleta puo essere molto bella, if you ask me.