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"What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore--
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over--
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?"
-- Langston Hughes

You cannot [easily] travel further from Ohio, United States of America, than this.  Bored at work one day in 2008 – before I ever considered moving overseas – I drilled my way through the center of the Earth via a random website & came out in the Indian Ocean, off the coast of Western Australia.   Australia’s largest state is 12 hours ahead of the U.S.A.’s Eastern Standard Time – the exact opposite.  Their sunrise is my sundown and vice-versa.

In 2009, when I unexpectedly moved from Queensland, Australia, I was still so enamored with the country that I vowed I would return before turning 30.  As many of you know, that promise to myself did not come to fruition... but that didn't mean I forgot the pro…

Heaven + Hell

Hallgrímskirkja -- one of many churches in the heart of Iceland's capital -- was similar to les pitons of Saint Lucia because both commanded one's attention.  There was no turning away from them, no pretending they didn't exist.  They made a cameo on every postcard and dominated the heavens for miles.  12.4 miles to be exact. From highway 41, Hallgrímskirkja superseded all the buildings; from Tjörnin a.k.a. The Pond its chiseled tip broke up the skyline.  Wherever in Reykjavík I was, I caught glimpses of its stoic, honeycombed steeple rising 243 feet a.k.a. 75 meters. At the end of Skólavörðúr [street], Hallgrímskirkja stood alone, resembling a rocketship poised to blast off with stone flames fanning out on each side.  The worn, Ash Gray rock made the flat lawn look greener. The hour markers glistened in the muted daylight.  Welcoming guests at the head was a striking statue of Leif Eriksson. The church was internally pedantic but externally a regal homage to the country&…