Brooding and Byronic Tom haunts the crags and cliffs of this material world, shaking his fist at an indifferent god, and usually doing some really serious hanging out.

Hiking on an Iceland glacier

I was walking on water. We all were, following our guide. We put our trust in her, that she would keep us safe and that no one would disappear downwards into the blue depths, though she was carrying twenty meters of rope in case we did. I didn’t expect the water to be so blue and so beautiful, though it wasn’t that way everywhere. At one point, our striking blonde guide caught me looking around with a smile.
“Like it?” she asked me knowingly.
I couldn’t stop smiling. “This is really cool.”

Visiting The Famous Cafes Where The Dead Intellectuals, Artists, And Writers Hung Out

These types of cafés and watering holes get into the guidebooks and blog posts and visitors flock there, for reasons that we shall explore. So very often, I’ve seen a place described as hangout for intellectuals, the literati, or perhaps the counterculture, usually based on the famous people who used to hang out there. I always wonder why people go there now.