People often throw around the word “relic” without giving thought to what they’re saying. First off, there’s the word’s religious version that refers to the shard of a saint’s bone… among other things. Then there’s the use of the term to describe something really really old, like this:
One might call this a relic of an ancient civilization.
And then one might refer to an Apple IIe as a technological relic.
And the oldest teacher at your child’s school might be designated a relic as well.
Your dishwasher might also be a relic, though not because of any added respect because of lengthy experience or significance in history. You probably call it a relic because it’s dead.
And at that point, the word “relic” loses all of its meaning… unless we’re talking about something I own that no longer works properly. Then it’s a relic because I’m special and, because of that, it’s special too.
Or it would be special if it weren’t broken…
I had a dream. I was walking around in Innsbruck, Austria and I discovered a crystal blue river. I followed that river because it provided a most excellent view of the town on the other side:
However, as you can see from this picture, there was a problem. Nature was interfering by getting between me and nature.
That’s not a misprint. Nature got in the way of nature in my dream. I suppose that means those leaves must have a compelling psychological significance.
If you read this blog regularly, you already know that I’m not into deeper contemplations that might bring about inspiration or anything like that. So the interpretation of my dream is very simple… and I’m sure you’ll let me know what it is once you figure it out.
If you visit Bern, Switzerland, you’re likely to find a pit at the end of town that contains a few friendly-looking bears:
However, Switzerland is a zoo… especially during tourist season. And do you know what happens in a zoo?
As the sign often says, “Do not feed the bears.” But if you must feed them, please remember that your kid is not appropriate for a bear’s dinner. The bear may enjoy him, but you’re inviting a lot of trouble on yourself.
The quiet ain’t worth it.
Spring means that many tourist attractions lose some of their earthtones.
There’s also a downside. The worst thing that could happen to me today is being asked to help with gardening. If you don’t like brown flowers, find your free labor elsewhere.
I’ll be busy enjoying a job application and maybe a can of tuna.
There’s no such thing as a monumental building. It’s all in how you look at it.
As you can tell from the picture, this building has only three or four stories. Looks bigger here, doesn’t it?
It’s more fun to be small and let the little things tower over you. You don’t need an Eiffel Tower to be awed; monuments are where you find them.
This has been your budget travel tip for the day. Stay thrifty, my friends.
Welcome to Venice, home of semi-romantic gondola rides and hordes of tourists. Unfortunately, those rides aren’t as lovely as you might imagine because those bridges and shores function as streets. And there’s people on them there streets and they’re all looking at you, or so it seems.
And so you look back at them. Nothing gets seafaring lovers in the mood quite like watching a bunch of people eating, walking, and carrying their loot around. Especially when it’s cold.
And it’s even colder on the water… cold enough to make anyone frigid. Pun intended.