Going to country number 87 with my girls.
To where? Oh, Norway.
This has to be one the cultural epicenter of the world.
A strange introduction to Berlin.
Duisburg, I believe, could be called normal Germany — and that’s what makes it a good stop.
My impression when I look out at Germany.
Yes, still washing clothes by hand.
Coming into German, I get what I expected.
Brussels is rough, well-worn, and integral world city, which is exactly what I’m looking for in a place.
Culture is never better shown than in contrast. Especially when it comes to bathrooms…
Something is very different here.
I held on to the bitter end.
I made it to Orlando.
There’s no point in saying “I’ll never fly X airline again” anymore.
… and where I’m going to.
In this post we talk Theta waves, dancing madly, and touch on some of the less-savory Tool fans deserving of HWAP badges.
Part 2 of this half-travelogue, half-ethnographic journal is not a post about posters, but it promises one.
In this post, Julia tells us about her first day and night on the road, hitting MJK’s Merkin Osteria en route to the Phoenix show.
When vagabonds go on vacation.
Today I am going to tell you a little bit about this project, what exactly this project is, and what these Vagabond write-ups are and are not, so that you can know what to expect. Then, I’ll share just how we got started on it.