random renaissance reptiles

The Renaissance Festival is where I found myself and where I lost myself. There. That’s the dorkiest sentence I’ve ever written. The foundation of my heart and identity is wrapped up in the turkey leg scented, sun scorched, dusty and gravelly hills of a place out of time. Most of my happiest and saddest stories beginContinue reading “random renaissance reptiles”

chasing tortoises (and courage) in camden town

At the Camden Town tube station,  a helpful sign promised me that the ZSL London Zoo was somewhere to my right. Three different streets jutted out in a right-ish direction from the station, though, and I still didn’t understand how to figure out which street I was on in London. Which right was the rightContinue reading “chasing tortoises (and courage) in camden town”