Authors Note: The idea of this series of posts came about during the usual mind-wanderings induced from a combination of a lack of caffeine and the blur that is my morning commute on the Munich public transit system. Between chapters in…
My birth year is naturally misleading, seeing as I only experienced roughly 10 days of 1982, though “experienced” might be a generous word to use, insofar as a newborn baby doesn’t experience much of anything beyond the feeding/pooping/crying/sleeping cycle. While…
This is the latest installment of my on-going narrative of my experience with Couchsurfing. The full story can be found here. Say what you will about Milwaukee in winter, but in summer, the city truly comes alive. Well, it comes…
This is the latest installment of my on-going narrative of my experience with Couchsurfing. The full story can be found here. The other day, while talking to my mom, she posed the following question, “How difficult was it to get…
This is the latest installment of my on-going narrative of my experience with Couchsurfing. The full story can be found here. When I’m asked about my home, my natural inclination is to talk about Tennessee. Friends and family alike openly…
This is the latest installment of my on-going narrative of my experience with Couchsurfing. The full story can be found here. Despite all of the complaints I could levy against the South and Tennessee–and there are many–I still consider it…
On paper, Courtney, the Milwaukee Couchsurfing Ambassador, and I could not be more different. She is a woman of strong faith, whereas I am firmly and openly in the other camp. She is energetic, positive, and has a career. I,…
