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You can call me Reeshard

Funny how divergent events from life come together in memory during travel. In the pre-dawn hour before sunrise, laying in bed in Clermont-Ferrand, France, sleepy and in need of more sleep, my mind drifted to my first French language teacher in 8th grade. In junior high and high school French classes I cringed when teachers…

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Alternative London in Camden Town

Kelley and I exited Camden Town tube station in north London to find ourselves on the streets surrounded by thousands of people. We had not expected to find ourselves rolling our luggage through crowds as we walked along the street past dozens of sidewalk tent stalls selling clothing, records, and crafts. Kelley and I both…

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