“Lisbon shows off, Braga prays, Coimbra studies, and Porto works.” This saying is used to describe the Portuguese cities, but the Quiema das Fitas, the Burning of the Ribbons ceremony in Coimbra is an exception. At the University of Coimbra, the oldest and most traditional in the country, th 1 Comment |
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As we waited in a small huddle to board the bus from Sarajevo to Belgrade, a man limped over to the platform. I didn't take much notice except to move out of the way to let him step on first. That was when I noticed his bruised and bloody face, which made more sense when I saw him attempt to climb 1 Comment |
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Prague's Old Town Square had come to life at dusk. The Christmas tree was a towering volcano bursting with light in the center of the plaza, surrounded by the smaller points of the Christmas market booths, and, from the angle I approached it, shadowed by the fractal-like spires of the Cathedral of 1 Comment |
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The customs agent scowled at my passport, confused. I was concerned for a moment, but suddenly he looked up and grinned at me. "America!" He used the word like a greeting. “America, America, America,” he sing-songed to himself, strolling off to have the booklet stamped. My entrance into 1 Comment |
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