Travel

It's a cold and blustery day here in Copenhagen.  Snow has been falling all day - the cold air converting biker's deep breaths into jets of steam. The barely audible grunts as they strain against their pedals, pushing their bikes up to speed through the slush, toys with my memory.   The combinatio…

With the crisp crunch of fresh snow under boot I made my way down to one of Prague's signature landmarks. It was 1:30AM and the temperature had dropped to about -10 degrees Celsius.  It was cold.  Brutally cold. Luckily, the light wind had died down and all that was left were brief waves of light …