The Dolphin Trainer Who Loved Dolphins Too Much

Originally posted on Longreads:
Tim Zimmermann | Longreads | April 2015 | 25 minutes (6,193 words) ? Panama City Beach, Florida is set on the alluring waters of the Gulf Of Mexico, in northwestern Florida. It’s a town of cookie-cutter condos and sprawling outlet malls, built almost entirely on the idea that blazing sun, a cool sea, white sand beaches, and copious amounts of booze… Continue reading The Dolphin Trainer Who Loved Dolphins Too Much

My sun

Originally posted on justwannaforget:
Sun never shone in here A place that I built to keep from showing my fears Was colder than ever But I never felt so, But the moment You entered I realized How lonely I’ve been Without you by my side So let me say this right Never let go and shine the brightest As to me you’re the most brightest… Continue reading My sun

Keep Connected! Expats and Nomads Blog Around the World

Originally posted on WordPress.com News:
We don’t write blogs purely for ourselves — we write them to be read. For people who live far from family and friends, blogs serve twin readerships: they give the intrepid traveler a simultaneous way to chronicle travels for a broad audience and update those back at home. We love following the worldly adventures of these four expats and nomads, and we’re sure their friends appreciate… Continue reading Keep Connected! Expats and Nomads Blog Around the World

(Wo)Man vs. Mozzarella: What Happens When You Commit to ‘Endless Appetizers’

Originally posted on Longreads:
11:34 a.m. My first plate arrives. The mozzarella sticks are golden, dense, and huge. Each one is greater than the width of two of my index fingers. As a frequent and enthusiastic consumer of mozzarella sticks, I estimate that these are about twice the standard size. They are softly cuboid, not cylindrical, for reasons I assume are obscure and related to… Continue reading (Wo)Man vs. Mozzarella: What Happens When You Commit to ‘Endless Appetizers’

Dew to Renew

Originally posted on Poet's Corner:
  I am the dew drops… after the rain… jewels refine. I am the flowing creek… a springtime rush… ever moving. I am the silent whistle… to speak clearly… everything’s timely. I am the seasons renewing… touches your lips… imparts kisses. I am the tones singing… a breeze receiving… joyous occasion. I am the fluttering butterfly… free as leaves…… Continue reading Dew to Renew