@jpolizei

"There are windows to the soul which only open now and then. There is a familiar tenderness in your cherished notions of yourself and...

Growing up in small town America, the word "carnival" for me still evokes memories of rusted Ferris wheels. Carnival came to town a few...

In German, there's a word for the feeling of being well-situated in your environment: #Ankunft [arrival]. Of course, this word can also...

Warning: This blog contains a fair amount of what some might call ranting. My heart's in the right place. If my critique of [y]our...

When you spend a lot of time in a foreign country, there are certain things you come to recognize – not just about that country, but also...

In my childhood, it was a constant. Sometimes blue, sometimes green, but mostly brown or gray: the North Pacific. On magical mornings it...

In the manic final episode of Parts Unknown precluding its host's suicide, the late, great Anthony Bourdain presents Berlin as the "last,...

Das Mittelmeer. The Sea between Worlds: Mediterranean. In recent memory synonymous with luxury travel, beauty, refinement (and a fair...

I was born and raised where the mountains meet the sea, beneath the cathedral canopies of the world's tallest trees. ​ The landscapes and...