May 2009

Alexa Abroad! Part Zwei Point Funf.

May 27, 2009

(Funf, believe it or not, is a real word; it means “five.” Incidentally, it is also the muffled sound of something falling off a shelf inside a closet, and is awfully fun to say. Funf! Funf!) Where was I? Oh yes. The Potato Council. In America, something called The Potato Council would likely be a [...]

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A More Perfect Union.

May 26, 2009

I couldn’t decide what to post today—more Alexa Abroad! or something about Simone’s first encounter with other children, an encounter that resulted in tears. Some might suggest that ten days after my return is too late to continue a series of posts about my travels, but I have not, er, finished unpacking yet, and I [...]

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About to Take Over the World. Or Open Her Own Comic Book Shop.

May 21, 2009
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Alexa Abroad! Part Zwei.

May 20, 2009

Gruezi! That is how you greet someone in Switzerland (well, it ought to have an umlaut, but I can’t get one to appear). It is what people chirp at you when you enter a shop or a restaurant, and I got quite good at chirping it back, if I do say so myself. You roll [...]

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That’s Jet Lag, to YOU.

May 18, 2009

Oh, The LAG, The LAG. As those of you who follow me on Twitter know, I woke up at three in the morning today, thanks to my body’s insistence on cleaving to False European Time. Alexa Abroad! will resume tomorrow, but today is for complaining, about The Lag, and also about the fact that once [...]

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Why I Came Back.

May 17, 2009
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Alexa Abroad! Intermission.

May 12, 2009

Here are my shoes—well, some of them. Shoes keep leaping into my hands, crying of America, the land of Milk and Honey, and who am I to stand in the way of their dreams of emigration? I should really take a picture of these off my feet, so that you can see the beautiful bright [...]

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Alexa Abroad! Part One.

May 10, 2009

THURSDAY: Having spent the previous few days contorted into a terrified rictus, I was surprised to find myself calm on the day of my departure. I was frazzled by packing (I had selected nine books for the trip, but my mother felt nine was too many and I was forced to winnow), but generally felt [...]

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Double-O C.

May 4, 2009

I think I broke a nerve. Or something. I have suddenly gone from being all lackadaisical about my upcoming trip to…not. And it is no use telling me that Simone will be fine, that I will be fine, that everything, in fact, will be fine—I know these things, but they are useless when it comes [...]

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