On Balaton

by Emily C.

- 1 big, blue, luke lake
- 1 room in a historic manse,
with A/C… priceless.

Posting this from the courtyard of the Gombas Mension at dusk.

Haiku to Bridges

by Emily C.

Not a metaphor.
Really — there are lots; they seem
More uphill than down.

Chain Bridge, Budapest

On the banks of the mighty mighty Duna

by Emily C.

Day four, Komárom,
After rutted roads, tired legs
Love a thermal bath.

Mmmm…smells like sulfur.

Hungarian

by Emily C.

“Köszönöm” is all
I know to say: for good paths
My bum says “Thanks guys.”

We didn’t take pictures of the dirt roads…

 

How we ended up in Pressburg

by Emily C.

We need an update.
First we got married — in Boston,
Then Home (Big Apple), briefly,

Dann mit’m Flug nach Wien,
Mélange, Wienerschnitzel (doch),
Könnten nicht wach bleiben…

[Then plane to Vienna,
Melange, Wienerschnitzel (yes),
We couldn't stay awake...]

Now Bratislava,
Long word, small medieval city,
By way of fields, bike.

Onwards!

 

Hainburg, Austrian bordertown.

The Wedding!

by samanthalenore

Dress, check. Speech, check. Chairs,
covered. I’m shipping up to
Boston, whoa-oh-oh!

How do you like them apples?

An Arrested Development haiku

by samanthalenore

Lucille— your antics
boggle the mind. And rest assured,
it’s our nausea.

Jessica Walter, you make a great Lucille, too.

The First Annual Cape Cod Trip

by samanthalenore

At the cabin, a
well-Emily’ed contingent
honored nine plus years.

We biked and beached, wined
and putt-putted, but missed the
Seashore Museum!

Next year, more Mrs.’s.
Holy matrimony, Batman!
Let’s NEVER change.

It’s only 40 miles round-trip, guys. Next year we’ll go there FOR SHORE.

Off to the Cape

by samanthalenore

Doors shut, burners safe,
glass stowed. I think I’m sure the
cats can’t kill themselves.

Off to the Cape

by Emily C.

From post-flight drugged sleep,
I wake up to the sunny Fens,
First a run…then we’re off!