Europe

Ancient Greek Glory and Turkish Food

Day Three: Pergamon Pergoman is an Acropolis, the Greek word for the upper city.  Just as the Athens, Greece, Acropolis consists of grand columned structures overlooking the valley below, the Pergamon Acropolis does the same.  Pergoman is famous for one of mankind’s most pervasive and important inventions:  the codex, that is, the design of modern[…]

Visiting the Ruins of Ancient Troy

Day Two: Troy Our merry tour group was driven by bus for about four hours south of Istanbul to tour the ruins of the ancient city of Troy.  The story of the fall of the city of Troy was immortalized by the legendary prophet Homer in the Iliad.  Homer told the tale of a ten-year[…]

A Tour of Istanbul

My Second Trip to Turkey I first visited Turkey in 1971, back-packing overland enroute to India (my very first India trip) with my German friend, Gert.  We flew from East Berlin (communist GDR at that time, and the source of cheap student air tickets), via Budapest to Istanbul.  We arrived at night, and I’ll never[…]

From Reno to Istanbul

This is the first blog post of my current monthlong trip, comprised of a two-week Turkish tour, a few days in Jordan, and finally, ten days in Israel. Our departure from Reno was delayed slightly by the arrival of Air Force One, a beautiful Boeing 747 carrying President Obama to a political event in Reno.  […]

Perspectives on Swedish Culture

This blog was written in April, 2009, while on tour with my Swedish-Indian band, Mynta. Personal perspectives on Swedish Culture Rural Sweden in Early October Let me begin by saying that I love my country.  I consider myself to be mightily blessed to have been born in the USA.  I’ve heard similar sentiments expressed by[…]

Amazing Iceland

We flew overnight via Iceland Air, leaving Minneapolis in the early evening, and arriving in the early morning after a six-hour flight. We rented a car for our island travels (which was very expensive–$560 for four days in a Subaru station wagon).

Reflections on Europe

At the end of the cruise, there is always the “Captain’s Dinner.” The hotel manager had heard me speaking German with someone. The Slovakian captain was insecure in his English. And so, I was invited to sit next to the Captain at his dinner. On his other side was a German-born American passenger. Basically, the Captain was uncomfortable having to make speeches and schmooze in English with the mostly American passengers.
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