<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2024 10:34:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Amtrak Coast Starlight</category><category>biz trip</category><category>CNN iReport-DRC Elections</category><category>Cleveland Biz Trip</category><category>MIS Biz Trip</category><title>Backpacking While Black</title><description>There are travelers (those who go to a place for the original experience) and non-travelers (those who go to places with someone else&#39;s idea of what they should see, do, taste, etc.) Why is it that most of the non-travelers I know are African-American? I&#39;m out to change that and inspire African-Americans to experience their destination for all that it is, good and bad, or as I like to call it, &quot;Backpacking while Black.&quot;</description><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-7570749177936787565</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 19:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-25T14:34:30.515-05:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">CNN iReport-DRC Elections</category><title>My First CNN iReport Story: Observing the 2011 D. R. Congo Elections</title><atom:summary type="text">I posted my first CNN iReport story this past November while on an election observation mission with the All Africa Conference of Churches (AACC) in the Democratic Republic of Congo.  You can find the story here.</atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-first-cnn-ireport-story-observing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lbrh27NItbmSnaPXhc4iGhTJYQTERde74vGnPOEgbIPp8L7S1OwVOyQViH8at6rGCG1eLHbe5YfaCjP-Jf_cwX5T9OwRjdgPzlv9VSDWToDezFbEBEf38fPDBfnWLJeudzEn0A/s72-c/IMG_0484.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-6497563485609307876</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Oct 2011 20:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-01T16:34:04.213-04:00</atom:updated><title>Three Days with Kings</title><atom:summary type="text">The
 Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. National Memorial on the National Mall in 
Washington, D.C. is a dream given form.&amp;nbsp; It is the only monument 
dedicated to a non-president and an African American among monuments 
such as the Lincoln, Jefferson and Washington Memorials.&amp;nbsp; The words 
etched in its stone, the edifice of Dr. King peering across the Potomac 
River are a reminder that we have </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2011/10/three-days-with-kings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUL1V5ClOJKUZ6__44yC_dnja0Oos7wbPFzWmvGILM6MAMWwiBcyeRYwvgcFMaJlpGCDFmzAY_B5DHw3xMjwihbBjCIXWqOfYhI1JULE9J-KjmuQ4-CikstSjsI-DxlOgEY9DGZg/s72-c/DSC_0058.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Atlanta, GA, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>33.7489954 -84.3879824</georss:point><georss:box>33.537754899999996 -84.703839399999993 33.9602359 -84.0721254</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-3468278546860696017</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Oct 2010 20:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-11-01T16:19:16.265-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Cleveland Biz Trip</category><title>Cleveland, October 2010:  Day 2, October 2, 2010, Downtown (Momocho)</title><atom:summary type="text">Three years of solid business trips and I still get a kick out of exploring a new city even if it is Cleveland, OH.  The 16th largest city in the United States, home of the Cleveland Indians and former home of Lebron James (if I was a basket ball fan here I would get veclempted).

To me, it&#39;s another day away from my home and wife, but it&#39;s also another opportunity to see somewhere I&#39;ve never </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2010/10/cleveland-october-2010-day-2-october-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Cleveland, OH, USA</georss:featurename><georss:point>41.4994954 -81.6954088</georss:point><georss:box>41.3092209 -82.01126579999999 41.6897699 -81.3795518</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-471869376583137398</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Aug 2007 03:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-14T14:11:07.842-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">MIS Biz Trip</category><title>Detroit/Ann Arbor/Brooklyn, MI, August 2007: Day 1, August 16, 2007 (Nice airport!)</title><atom:summary type="text">NASCAR! For me the word was synonymous with speed, rednecks, trailers and racism. Fortunately, my employer, IMAGES USA, sent me and two other people to the Michigan International Speedway to run a multicultural media tour for the Detroit media during the CARFAX 250 and 3M Performance 400. I was skeptical at first, but there was a budding excitement about this new experience. I can honestly say </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2007/08/detroitann-arborbrooklyn-mi-august-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZo3KrtaRWCVnzdQt7Bnl744O_rqbL94urBQhYPrfV_pa2bH7pqwMZZhkXMwULj-USfjw22r-RIWoiEuFKEggOTMyEoyYHYiq9gYc-ob88XJAvPr4fTKsUFwx89W5ddI6sGYvTkA/s72-c/CIMG1446.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-4972393300205529863</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jun 2007 03:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-14T15:00:49.463-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Amtrak Coast Starlight</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">biz trip</category><title>Coast Starlight Amtrak Train, June 2007: Day 2, June 9, 2007 (Northern California, Oregon and Washington…Are we there yet?!)</title><atom:summary type="text">Day two aboard the Coast Starlight started with a beam of sunlight annoying me through the shades of my room. I got up to seal the shades, but couldn’t bear to do it after I saw the snow-capped peak of Mt. Shasta. Rising at 14,162 feet Mt. Shasta is an imposing figure in the Northern California landscape. The train rode through various towns and fields, but Mt. Shasta and the adjoining Three </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2007/06/coast-starlight-amtrak-train-june-2007_09.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUwYh6qgRp9IaTqo9jRQBPb_DLkcImAUrab8eC3pTXNhjJcUBnJ0NrG_tWqNsP5Lc-mMDhndr0aa0T7uYT0cZK1dkQaoss2Wz81PyblKiWM2USl_DqKsWMbYldC-_NWfup5g4UoA/s72-c/Praying+Beginnings+117.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-178037528857829917</guid><pubDate>Sat, 09 Jun 2007 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-14T15:17:17.876-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Amtrak Coast Starlight</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">biz trip</category><title>Coast Starlight Amtrak Train, June 2007: Day 1, June 8, 2007 (All Aboard for all points in Southern California, Bay Area and Sacremento)</title><atom:summary type="text">My assignment was to ride Amtrak’s Coast Starlight from Los Angeles to Seattle and document my experience. I had one night in LA’s Chinatown district at the Best Western Dragon Gate Inn (85 North Hill Street). Still groggy from my flight and fighting a sore throat, I arrived at my hotel welcomed by a group of casually dressed martial arts students practicing exercise drills. I meandered my way </atom:summary><enclosure type='video/mp4' url='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=7aaba13d58358121&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2007/06/coast-starlight-amtrak-train-june-2007.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8W3CLoNJa-MjdKgEgkNWsn3jFtQD85JI_V-gus8D2UblHfXS8lIhAvn4HtxBz4JIwSlkVPd35ahsQ2J6MV7F7Wfkpep5vGlDc9aKZXdq-l1-OeiB7wOtShoPyDcp6JyeqvXvRog/s72-c/Praying+Beginnings+003.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-3111059859041834190</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Mar 2007 06:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-15T01:31:01.468-04:00</atom:updated><title>New York City, March 2007: Day 3, March 9, 2007 (Hail the conquering hero...)</title><atom:summary type="text">The last day of my business/leisure trip to Gotham City was uneventful.  After spending some quiet time in prayer with my girlfriend and on my own, I showered, dressed, packed and checked out of the hotel.  Braving the slight chill with semi-damp hair, I hailed a cab at West 36th Street and 10th Ave.  Not to sound racist, but every cab driver I’ve ever had has been of either Arabic, Indian or </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-york-city-march-2007-day-3-march-9.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-5680546959018469654</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2007 06:02:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-15T01:31:25.228-04:00</atom:updated><title>New York City, March 2007: Day 2, March 8, 2007 (All Aboard!)</title><atom:summary type="text">Let me first say that I love train travel. Experiencing European trains during my study abroad trip in 2002 hooked me on the comfort, convenience and shear enjoyment of riding the rails. American rail travel on the other hand needs some work, but not aboard Amtrak’s Acela Express. This was the reason for my trip to NYC in the first place.I work for IMAGES USA, a multicultural marketing agency in </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2007/03/new-york-city-march-2007-day-2-march-8.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2amKseTVZVqLFPutEBneoK07KJyKYwv-7JbsS_CuuCEeIjVwMst1M1ST3iBueAP8H1nJYdQGDY5Y1BZyO17_Sp42Mtfq3rc8tdSVMDEjzR4sOJh87GpyYNYoK7fC2qKx6B1BePA/s72-c/CIMG0475.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-168072897576650483</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Mar 2007 04:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-03-15T01:02:12.657-04:00</atom:updated><title>New York City, March 2007: Day 1, March 7, 2007 (Business or Pleasure…take your pick)</title><atom:summary type="text">I had three days and two nights in New York City while on a media tour for my client, Amtrak. I was determined to not waste my time away in a hotel room while on a media fast. Luckily, I have family in town so it was no problem finding someone to share dinner with. I caught up with my cousin, Matthew, who I haven’t seen in quite some time. 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Not that I wanted to leave Nassau, but I was eager to explore the downtown Nassau on foot.  After breakfast in the hotel’s restaurant, I shouldered my camera bag and headed east on Bay   Street along Junkanoo  Beach.  I spotted two cruise ships, the Carnival Valor and the Disney Magic, sitting at the cruise ship pier in Nassau Harbor.  They had probably just </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/08/bahamas-august-2006-day-5-august-28.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-116046401759331512</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 07:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-16T22:11:59.030-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bahamas, August 2006:  Day 4, August 27, 2006, Nassau (Finding the Lost City of Atlantis)</title><atom:summary type="text">My tuxedo went from nicely dry cleaned to disgustingly grungy as it was soaked in sweat, cigar smoke and some champagne.  Father Eldon got me a discounted room at the Nassau Palm Resort and Conference Center (West Bay Street, Junkanoo  Beach).  After the wedding reception, around 4 a.m., I checked into a king-sized room with a nice view of Nassau Harbor.  After peeling off the tuxedo, showering </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/08/bahamas-august-2006-day-4-august-27.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-116044940118409702</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 02:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-24T09:54:16.514-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bahamas, August 2006: Day 3, August 26, 2006, Nassau (My Best Friend&#39;s Wedding)</title><atom:summary type="text">The day of Craig’s and Kandice’s wedding started with a loud knock on the door.  I only had six hours to fully recover from the previous day&#39;s food, alcohol and slight seasickness, but after the third set of knocks it didn’t matter.  Craig and his brother were sleeping heavily so it was up to me to answer the door.  It was Craig’s friend Jamal who I knew when he lived in Atlanta a few years ago.</atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/08/bahamas-august-2006-day-3-august-26.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-116044788599988589</guid><pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 02:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-16T22:11:58.913-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bahamas, August 2006: Day 2, August 25, 2006, Nassau (In the Company of Sharks and Men)</title><atom:summary type="text">I guess the day before any wedding is full of last minute errands and tensions.  Craig’s household was no exception.  He had me up too early for my taste, but if I wanted to make the boat for his uncles’ fishing trip I would have to get a move on.  Craig’s family had graciously accommodated me for the night.  They lived east of Nassau more towards the interior of the island  of New Providence.  </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/08/bahamas-august-2006-day-2-august-25.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-116044686270529704</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Aug 2006 01:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-16T22:11:58.854-04:00</atom:updated><title>Bahamas, August 2006: Day 1, August 24, 2006, Nassau (Arrival, Beach, Conch and Celebration)</title><atom:summary type="text">The clouds took on the random shapes of animals, objects and even countries as I was lying on my back in the crystal clear Caribbean waters of The Bahamas.  An hour before I was on a rough flight from Miami praying for rest and stability.  I was traveling since 4 a.m. and even though I considered myself an even keeled traveler, I was beginning to unravel as sleep deprivation took its hold.  I was</atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/08/bahamas-august-2006-day-1-august-24.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-115086184050626116</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 May 2006 03:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-16T22:11:58.793-04:00</atom:updated><title>Jamaica, May 2006: Day 5, May 22, 2006, Kingston (Norman Manley Kingston International Airport, Leaving Home)</title><atom:summary type="text">After checking out, my mother and I tried to navigate our way to Norman Manley  Kingston International  Airport on her memory alone.  I knew that the airport was on the coast, off of Kingston Harbour, but her directions had us heading to the mountains.  We stopped for directions twice and finally found our way to a familiar stretch of road on Mountain   View Road.  Mountain   View intersected </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/05/jamaica-may-2006-day-5-may-22-2006.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-115086106124274303</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 May 2006 03:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-16T22:11:58.727-04:00</atom:updated><title>Jamaica, May 2006: Day 4, May 21, 2006, Kingston (Hellshire Beach, the Lights of Kingston)</title><atom:summary type="text">We slept in on a glorious Sunday morning – our last day in paradise.  I groggly welcomed family as most of my mother’s cousins stopped by the hotel to have some breakfast before we went off to Hellshire Beach, west of Kingston.  Hellshire is about 14 miles away from Kingston on the Nelson Mandela Highway.  Signs clearly mark the road so we had no trouble finding our destination.  That and we had </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/05/jamaica-may-2006-day-4-may-21-2006.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-115085700542896767</guid><pubDate>Sun, 21 May 2006 02:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-16T22:11:58.657-04:00</atom:updated><title>Jamaica, May 2006: Day 3, May 20, 2006, Kingston (Four Dumplings and a Funeral)</title><atom:summary type="text">The next morning was a rush to get out the door to get to the funeral on time, but that didn’t stop us from enjoying the complimentary full Jamaican breakfast offered in the hotel’s patio dining room.  It was some of the best ackee, saltfish, dumplings/johnny cakes and coffee I’ve ever had.  Surprisingly, I only had one helping as I didn’t want to fall asleep during the service.  Dressed for the </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/05/jamaica-may-2006-day-3-may-20-2006.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-115043888549608653</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 May 2006 06:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-16T22:11:58.593-04:00</atom:updated><title>Jamaica, May 2006: Day 2, May 19, 2006, Ocho Rios, Spanish Town, Kingston (Mountain Roads, Potholes, Grandpa and Nine Night)</title><atom:summary type="text">The next day was full of excitement as we prepared for the true test of our driving abilities – the dreaded two-hour or more drive from Ocho Rios to Kingston.  I declared that we would leave no later than 1 p.m., but after realizing that a beautiful Jamaican morning on a beach with free food and drinks was upon me, I moved our departure closer to 2 p.m.  We ate another surprisingly Jamaican meal </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/05/jamaica-may-2006-day-2-may-19-2006.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-115043792040081941</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 May 2006 05:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-16T22:11:58.527-04:00</atom:updated><title>Jamaica, May 2006: Day 1, May 18, 2006, Montego Bay, Ocho Rios (Jet Lag, Left-Side Driving, Coming Home)</title><atom:summary type="text">I haven’t been back to Jamaica in almost three years.  I know those who’ve never been to Jamaica are rolling their eyes right now at my distress, but this tropical paradise isn’t just a vacation, it’s my homecoming for another’s homegoing.  My mother had asked me to accompany her to Jamaica for the funeral of her Aunt Myrtle.  I remembered her from my childhood and was saddened by the loss, but </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/05/jamaica-may-2006-day-1-may-18-2006.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-114308224480021218</guid><pubDate>Tue, 21 Mar 2006 02:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-16T22:11:58.043-04:00</atom:updated><title>Paris, March 2006: Day 7, March 20, 2006, Paris, France (It was Paris or Bust...)</title><atom:summary type="text">It was hard to wake up from such a dream as the past four days in Paris, but when we did wake up, Matthew and I realized we only had two hours to catch our plane home.  We hastily packed and rushed out the hotel doors, barely saying &quot;merci&quot; to the staff for their service.We caught the Metro to the RER station at Gare du Nord for service to Charles de Gaulle Airport.  Once we were settled on the </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/03/paris-march-2006-day-7-march-20-2006.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-114733543767701416</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Mar 2006 09:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-16T22:11:58.462-04:00</atom:updated><title>Paris, March 2006: Day 6, March 19, 2006, Paris, France (Last Stroll through Paris, Notre Dame and Ice Cream)</title><atom:summary type="text">I awoke in pain on our last full day in Paris.  Five days of walking through two major cities, shopping, sightseeing, dancing and a slight hangover had taken its toll on my body.  I was beginning to feel travelers’ fatigue, if there is such a thing.  Matthew and I slept till 2 p.m. with no regard for breakfast or lunch.  All we wanted to do was recharge ourselves in order to enjoy our last day in</atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/03/paris-march-2006-day-6-march-19-2006.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-114481965075044615</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Mar 2006 06:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-16T22:11:58.390-04:00</atom:updated><title>Paris, March 2006: Day 5, March 18, 2006, Paris, France (Shopping around Hotel de Ville, Buddha Bar)</title><atom:summary type="text">On this day, I didn’t mind missing breakfast or anything else because I was so tired.  We slept until 12 p.m. almost missing our rendezvous with Francesca and company at 12:30 p.m.  Matthew and I were getting used to readying ourselves quickly now that we were used to Paris’ weather and the likelihood that we would walk many miles before we arrived back at our hotel for the night.  We took the </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/03/paris-march-2006-day-5-march-18-2006.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-114438732761640898</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 Mar 2006 06:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-16T22:11:58.327-04:00</atom:updated><title>Paris, March 2006: Day 4, March 17, 2006, Paris, France (Montmartre, Sorbonne, Palais du Luxembourg, Saint Michel, Marie, Barrio Latino)</title><atom:summary type="text">Waking up late was starting to become a habit, but I wasn’t about to miss a free meal.  The package through Gate 1 Travel included breakfast with our hotel room every morning of our stay.  Although breakfast ended at 9:30 a.m. my eyes didn’t open until 9 a.m.  I left Matthew slumbering and without caring how I looked, went downstairs to appease my stomach’s morning call to action.Breakfast is my </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/03/paris-march-2006-day-4-march-17-2006.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-114378369245253237</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Mar 2006 05:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-16T22:11:58.237-04:00</atom:updated><title>Paris, March 2006: Day 3, March 16, 2006, Paris, France (CDG, 19th District, Saint Michel, Protests, Bastille)</title><atom:summary type="text">My eyes have never looked so bloodshot.  It was almost demonic looking.  I felt fine for most of the flight, but after waking up from breathing rather dry air for almost four hours I wasn’t the happiest traveler.  After a quick jaunt to the lavatory, I felt a little better, but longed for an actually shower and a gallon of water.The captain was making his announcement about our decent into </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/03/paris-march-2006-day-3-march-16-2006.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23852538.post-114343703248422428</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Mar 2006 05:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2006-10-16T22:11:58.172-04:00</atom:updated><title>New York City, March 2006: Day 2, March 15, 2006, New York City, NY (Central Park, &quot;The Lion King,&quot; Night flight to Paris)</title><atom:summary type="text">This was my first vacation where I had nothing scheduled.  Sure, I had things that I wanted to do, but I adopted Matthew’s relaxed attitude and went wherever my interest carried me.  He and I were very different travelers until this trip.  I like schedules, maps and timetables, but he doesn’t mind giving the map to someone else, waking up at noon and going wherever the best recommendation takes </atom:summary><link>http://backpackingwhileblack.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-york-city-march-2006-day-2-march.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Dre&#39;)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>