Yup… Lithuanian article/interview about yours truly… I have no idea what it says, I can only hope I sound good!
Jaq Greenspon į Kauną atvyko prieš šešerius metus. Humoro jausmo ir drąsių išvaizdos detalių nestokojantį vyrą gatvėje pastebi daugelis, o geriausiai jį pažįsta, žinoma, studentai, kuriems jis dėsto. Šią įdomią bei spalvingą asmenybę iš kitų išskiria dar vienas neeilinis faktas – jis Las Vegasą, kur praleido didžiąją gyvenimo dalį, iškeitė į Kauną.
Source: Universitete dėstantis Jaq Greenspon Las Vegasą iškeitė į gyvenimą Kaune | Kas vyksta Kaune
[Just a little personal post here, feel free to ignore it in favor of more socially apt or politically savvy posts about current world situations.]
Last week was Thanksgiving in the US (fourth Thursday after the first Monday), traditionally a day to spend with family. Continue reading
For 35 years, the man on my right has been.. well, the man on my right. He has seen me through good time and bad times, he has supported me when I asked for it and kicked my ass when I needed it. We have shared adventures and conversations, happiness and sadness, we have survived his military experience and my marriage.
I am proud, honored and privileged to call him friend and brother. And today, to wish him a very happy birthday!
Here’s to spending at least another 35 with you in my life!
Happy Birthday AAron!
This is where that little surprise comes in. I was all set to call it quits after Liverpool and was resigned to a long train ride back to Edinburgh but Jennifer had other plans. She had done her research (she’s good at that) and discovered we could fly from Liverpool to Dublin, spend the day in Ireland and then fly back to Edinburgh that night with plenty of time to spare to make the 6:30am flight back to Kaunas. All of a sudden our trip became 4 cities, 3 countries, 2 plays and 1 knight! I was beyond stoked! Continue reading
Categories: Cities, Europe, food, History, transportation, Writing
Tags: Birthday '13, Dublin, guinness, Ireland, James Joyce, jameson's, jonathan swift, oscar wilde, samuel beckett, whiskey, yellow submarine
The bus to Manchester left at 5am. This meant we had to be out of the hostel by 4ish and at the train station when it opens at 4:45 or so. That’s early. Even for me with an annoyingly early rising dog. But that’s okay, we’re professional travelers, we got this!
And we did. At the station by about 10 to five and on the bus when it arrived. It was mostly empty that early, so we settled in for smooth sailing down south to the English home of Football. If only it went that way.
I got back to Malmö in the morning, made my way to Malin’s place and promptly collapsed on the bed – but not for long. We had a lunch date with Marie at the special, top secret sushi place where I got the best present of my trip – a jar of salt licorice candy (no, that’s not the special part) with a custom label, words by Malin, art by Marie. It’s awesome! Continue reading
Overnight trains leave a lot to be desired. In this instance, I got on board at 7pm and wasn’t going to get off again until 10 the next morning. This isn’t necessarily a bad thing except when you’re in a train compartment with five other people and your legs are intertwined it gets hard to sleep. Add in the fact that people are constantly leaving the train and the sun is coming up and someone forgot to draw the blinds and really, not the best night’s sleep. Continue reading
I can’t believe I forgot the best quote from my evening with Emanuel! At some point in the conversation, when we were talking about various cities and I had made mention of the fact that Los Angeles wanted your soul and Las Vegas wanted your money, he said San Francisco (where he was from) wanted your heterosexuality. It didn’t take a lot of detective work on my part to very quickly deduce that he was, in fact, gay. Continue reading
When I had gotten in the night before, there was someone new in my room. Now, when staying at a hostel, this isn’t an unusual thing. In fact, it’s part of the fun of hostelling, meeting the new people. There was a couple in the room as well, they had been there the day before as well and I had spent a few minutes chatting with them, Very nice, from Australia, having trouble reconciling that each of them wanted to do different things with their days on holiday. I mention this only because it might come up later. Continue reading
I’m SO embarrassed. How could I have forgotten, in the excitement that was Berny’s, the clock on the wall, the piece de résistance, which ran backwards? Ah well… I’ll fix it in post. Maybe. Anyway… after the exciting events that were The Bridge, what else was there to do but eat dinner? We went to a little Italian place called Rosso. It was a fun place and while the service
At the Italian Restauraunt
wasn’t great, there was some nice eye candy for Jussi and I (we think one of the girls may have been Berny’s other daughter, who escaped to the mainland and was starting her own business). Continue reading