"a 20 ounce Dark Sumatra with nothing in it, rigth?..." - Google's Courtesy: 20 US fluid ounces = 591.470591 ml... After a little more than a week the lady in the cofee shop allready remebered my preference...


Whenever I talk with someone from Portugal abut the things I miss whenever I'm out, the conversation will eventually go through something like: "how can someone live without our good, small and strong espressos!?"

Back home we're very serious about coffee (among others)... One thing I found while traveling is that it's usually a mistake to keep looking for the same things we have home while visiting another country...

If we insist on doing so we'll probably be frustrated as espressos elsewhere will never feel the same way they do in Portugal and we'll end missing other good things like beer, wine, bagels, cheese cake, ans yes good and large cups of coffee...

This post has been sitting in my drafts for a while waiting for a suitable picture, but for some strange reason, during the last days I've spent most of my image creating time around water... I decided to let it out anyway...

"Any soup or salad while you wait?..." - The waiter just brought my beer and took note of my order...


It's past 9 pm and Síamsa Irish Pub is one of the few restaurants still open for Dinner...

I'm living to fast again, it's Wednesday and all I remember about since the weekend is work and sleeping from time to time... I'm in that stage when my thoughts are a mix of: "What am I doing here" and "I'd better get ready for the weekend"... I think I have referred before to the "dark side of my trips"... This is actually one of those days that make everything look darker...

"Heck, nothing is going really wrong" - I think to myself as I ask for a cup of coffee wondering if the right choice might have been just going for another beer...

"The park entrance is free, all trails are open until sunset, enjoy your day!..." - I'm back to Rickets Glen State Park PA, the park ranger answers my request for a permit...


If I had to re-name Rickets Glen I'd call it waterfall heaven... With more than 20 waterfalls spread over a 5 mile trail with lots of intersting details in the middle, I got back with the sensation that I could live in there...

It's one of those places where you look at someting amazing, spend some time there creating images, but can't help but wonder that arround the next corner something even greater can be found... Anyway, knowing that whenever I stop at one place I'll take more than 1/2 hour to move to the next, 20 waterfalls is too much for one day... So here's another work in progress in my list...

"in case you wonder... that's me in the picture..."

"i happen to like this... Listening to the night critters and looking at the stars"... - Maria's comments after 1/2 hour of star trails....
One year later I got back to this exact same place for more star trails... I'm almost pleased with the result, but there are still reasons do come back... Still I could not avoid a short trip back to this place, even so considering that...

"turn rigth on 9'th avenue, then arrive at your destination on the left"... - The GPS... 48 hours have passed...

Against all recommendations, once more I'm driving in New York trying to buy some equipment before driving to the Poconos...


"Sometimes a stranger has a fresher view when contemplating a whole new place than the locals do"... - I remember Antonio's words during his last workshop as I walk through Stroudsbourg...
Houses, sign-posts and even sidewalks... They all look attractive to my eyes... One more week goes by with more work than desirable, I'm finishing my writing on my 2'nd glass of merlot... The weekend is here, at last...