Maryland: Sheep, Wool, and Mead
If I had a fiver for every time someone said “I was a great knitter,” during my two-year stint working in a wool shop, I would not have needed to keep working in a...
Author: dixie
Call me Dixie.
I live, work, play, and mostly blog in Dublin, and am still unconvinced that I am actually here forever and not just on an awesome, extended holiday. I did not participate in lengthy negotiations to become the sixth Spice Girl (Gothy Spice) and I was only briefly raised by wolves.
San Francisco: An Epistle
Dear San Francisco, I owe you an apology. I’m sorry I went to Seattle and said it was just as good as you but without the price tag. I’m sorry I was seduced by...
Connections: Houston
“People in IAH are rude today. Passengers, anyway.” Travel journal, 11 April 2014 After my ill-fated attempts to transfer through sexy airports like SFO and JFK, I quickly realised that the road less travelled...
Los Angeles: Briefly Motionless
After the friendliness of the Pacific Northwest, LA’s carefully coiffed standoffishness is jarring. I hate this city. What am I doing here? Travel journal, 28 April 2014 After nearly a month of navigating the...
On flexibility and the potential for delight
The forced flexibility of standby flight awakens you to unexpected discovery and delight, if you allow yourself to open to them. You don’t know if you’re going to get onto a flight, in many...
Portland: Echoes of the familiar
“This is because I didn’t sit before leaving my sister’s flat…” — Travel journal, 26 April 2014 Although no one I know lived in Portland when I visited, almost everyone had an opinion on...
On Coffee II
I’ve travelled America across both time and space. The way you can tell the difference between the two modes of transportation is that things change quite a lot for one and not at all...
Seattle: Quietly Superlative
Seattle is everything I love about San Francisco at a fraction of the price and without a hint of smugness. from my travel journal After nearly three weeks of travel through north America, Seattle...
On Coffee I
For a country that allegedly runs on coffee, it is surprisingly difficult to get a good cup of it in the US. It’s ludicrously easy to get coffee, as long as you’re not picky,...
Felt wordy, might delete later
A friend asked me a couple years ago why I stopped adding to what I’d started to refer to as “The Airport Chronicles.” I didn’t have a good answer. I changed jobs to something...
