Category Archives: Travel 2018

Proper Marmalade

Two summers ago, whilst in Exeter, Devonshire, I made a purchase at the local market, held on a Saturday in the Exeter Cathedral close.

The purchase? Three jars of delight from a shop in north Devonshire: Proper Marmalade.

At Sunday breakfast, I finished the last jar.

I saw this marmalade for sale at Borough Market in London last month, but didn’t purchase any. My suitcase was already at weight, and I had little wiggle room to bring home delectables. (I did, however, find some room for a brick of Caerphilly cheese.)

I’m now regretting this Proper Marmalade decision.

You see, this brand is not sold here in the USA, and the small operation in Devonshire does not currently ship to the USA. I tried to order this week some of their flavors: blood orange, quince, Seville, lemon. All to no avail.

I may have B find some and ship it to me.

And now I’m off to Dierberg’s to peruse their selection of international jams.

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Rock Chalk

I’m leaving the Heathrow Express from London Paddington. Walking in the endless underground tunnels to make my way to the Queen’s Terminal, I hear behind me “Rock Chalk.”

I turn around.

A guy — college age, of Asian heritage — in a Jayhawks fleece sweater is making his way back to Lawrence after visiting family in the UK.

He spotted by University of Kansas Jayhawks identification tag on my suitcase.

Jayhawks are everywhere.

And I’m glad for this truth!

Jet lag

With apologies to Paul Simon:

Hello jet lag, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the ache of jet lag

In restless dreams I flew alone
Friendly skies, but never prone
‘Neath the halo of a blazing sun
I could not sleep — this is no fun
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
I kept awake, with jet lag


Meanwhile, on this Sunday, I decided to repair to my bed after breakfast to listen an NPR story before showering and venturing forth into the gray day. Church was on the agenda, and brunch later.

Instead, I day-slept from 930 a.m. to noon.

My body is still a mess from the travel and time zone changes!