On the top of Santa Barbara Island
Though most of the island trails were blocked by makeshift barriers to protect nesting pelicans and seagulls, two prized trails were still open for conquest–the one to the peak of Santa Barbara Island, and another to a small lighthouse on the very edge of the island. We had sailed for hours from Catalina, seeing nothing but rolling waves and the occasional scavenging bird. Now was our time. Santa Barbara has no residents, and only a small ranger house, and we would exploit that freedom in every way possible…to enjoy what nature had set neatly and alone off the coast of California.
Continue reading “In Search of Blue Water: Part 2”
It was clear when the wall-o-warmth hit me in the jetway, and again by the friendly faces of disdain in the terminal, that I had returned to America, and to the desert, after a short 13.75 hours in the air, not counting a glorious layover in the Newark airport. My ink-stained fingers could not deny it: the chapter of 2 months in Germany had ended.
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If you take the DW bus line, or follow the DW road signs, it comes upon you like a whisper in darkness. One moment you’re drowning the sound of noisy Mercedes, Audis, and VWs on Bonn’s busy Reutersstrasse, and the next moment you’re breezing under a canopy of helpful trees. You can see the corner of a former government building. But when Bonn lost its placing as Germany’s capitol, Deutsche Welle was drafted to fulfill the immense structure’s potential.
This is not London, but to tease the rest of this post I’ll borrow from Ed Murrow. “This is Bonn, and there is ‘life’ going on.”
Continue reading “Life on the Rhine”
If you’ve been biting your nails waiting for the next installment of “In Search of Blue Water,” please don’t worry–it’s coming. And the pictures of sea lions and gratuitous sailing vessels will be worth your time. For now though, I must talk about more recent events.
The Arthur Burns Fellowship has had be tied up and tired for a couple of weeks now. A whirlwind orientation in Washington D.C. brought an unbelieveable amount of context to heading abroad. Speakers, bankers, politicians, lawyers, and regular ole journalists all piled into the German Marshall Fund to help 20 journalists find their way to being foreign correspondents.
Continue reading “Inside the Beltway”