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A Weekend in Bristol

How hard it is to escape from places. However carefully one goes they hold you — you leave little bits of yourself fluttering on the fences — like rags and shreds of your very life. — Katherine Mansfield I fell in love with Bristol the very first time I visited a tender seventeen with my father. From that point on, I knew I would live there one day. I will always have a soft spot for the city and its sandstone mansions, its glowering bridge and crumbling cliffs. I will always have a soft spot for it because it’s the place where I learnt to live alone, the first city I fell in love with, the place that gave me so many dear friends, where I spent countless gloomy days sitting happily in the stacks of the university library. Stamping booted feet through wet leaves this weekend, I was enveloped by memories. That’s the thing with old homes – around every corner a former self wanders, uniting past with present. There’s the language department, and …

Elbe, WA

Elbe, Washington is a pint-sized town tucked away in the Cascade mountain range, today home to just 29 inhabitants. The place was founded by German immigrants in 1891 and named after the river Elbe that tumbles from Hamburg to Dresden and then on into the Czech Republic. It was strange and fitting to stumble upon a small slice of Germany in small-town, high-altitude America. I couldn’t help but imagine how the settlers must have felt, trekking across the country, thousands and thousands of miles from their homeland. And if, when they caught sight of the mountains, they thought of the Alps and decided that this had to be the place – their home away from home.

Yard Sittin’

  This was one of the loveliest parts of my two weeks in Washington, reunion with beloved friends aside. We’d sit out to eat dinner at the picnic table, squeezed comically on the one side to avoid the sun hurting our eyes, admiring the wildflowers on the table arranged by Cici, munching on ice-cream or graham crackers or Lulu dhal. Slowly the sky would fade to blue and we’d turn to watch the mountains emerge in the distance. Back in the city, I’m still thinking about it.

Been There | Regensburg, 2014

I visited this city as a little girl, often, and so to visit it as a woman of twenty-three years – to be able to point out the cobbled street where I lived when I was twenty and to recognise familiar faces in cafes, on the street – is the most wondrous feeling. The air was close and I spent the weekend in a haze of heat and sunshine, the sky so bright I could feel freckles forming on my arms. I drank my weight in Apfelschorle, stalked my old neighbours, rode the ferris wheel and munched on Schoko-Erdbeeren with Carolin, reminisced with Andreas, hiked through Kallmünz with Rudi and Christl, sat in our old seats at Cafe Lila with Julia, ate cake for lunch and Waldbeertorte (foresty fruity tart) for tea, accompanied friends to the European election, cycled furiously down the Regenradweg on my old blue bicycle (out of storage, for one weekend only!) and gazed in awe at the various beauties enshrined in this small city and its environs. To return to somewhere …