I was practically leaping in excitement to show him the oft-sung medieval bridge of Avignon, and we took off at a run.
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I was practically leaping in excitement to show him the oft-sung medieval bridge of Avignon, and we took off at a run.
He drops me at a bus station and speeds away. I don’t know where I am or how to ask.
My trusty map was supposed to lead me down a tree-lined path towards the museum, but my addled sense of direction could easily lead me to Fresno.
It’s raining again, and I’m standing in the queue with a basket of things we’d run out of: cumin, coriander powder, and star anise.
I squatted on the sand at dusk, hoping the sound of the sea would soothe me, but it churned and roared like my stomach.
The back of our tour bus hung out over the edge of a cliff on a narrow mountain road in northern India, in the pouring rain.
Mugs slide around cabinets with the ship’s roll, yaw, pitch.
I dropped my bag in the aisle. Then a young man stood up, motioned to his seat. "Sir? Please."
First bite, no problem. Second bite felt wrong: cold and squishy.
The lifelike robot had blended in on the train seamlessly.