Most mornings through our travels, I, Russell, took a couple of hours to write, or otherwise work. The new manuscript on teaching philosophy with team-based learning is due at the end of December and my hope was to come home with a finished draft. I didn’t quite make it, largely because of the intrusion of a couple of other exciting tasks. I had a new article (co-authored with a student) accepted for publication and I developed a new workshop on teaching Writing with AI that I presented in The Hague. I did get about three-quarters of the way through the ms, though, which puts me in great position to finish on time.
We took photos of my various work spaces. In Reykjavik, I worked in the cozy dining space.
We didn’t get a picture of me working in Paris, but it was at this dining table.
In Barcelona, I walked from our tiny apartment to the library at the Ciutadella campus of the Universitat Pompeu Fabra.
In Huesca, we had a spectacular rooftop terrace overlooking the cathedral where I worked when it was warm enough in the morning, I worked inside when it was chilly.
This was a low-tech workday.
In Oto, in the Pyrenees, it was too cool in the mornings to work at the outside table, but I could see the gorgeous views with just a turn of my head.
We had a lovely hotel room in Canfranc, with a table looking west. I could watch the light from the sunrise behind me move quickly down the mountain.
Our apartment in Madrid was utilitarian, but pleasant enough to work happily.
I forgot to take a picture of my space in Edinburgh, when I went alone, but I did find this. IYKYK.
We had another cozy space in The Hague, where I was able to prepare for my workshop.
In Prague, we had plenty of space. The windows looked east toward the Charles Bridge, which you can see through the window. We could watch the sunrise if we leaned in a bit.
Our apartment in Craiova, Romania, was not lovely, but the dining table was spacious enough for Emily and I to sit together comfortably in the mornings.
In Hunedoara, Transylvania, we had a delightful hotel room in which I nearly wrapped up chapter three.
I didn’t write much in Istanbul, but the room was adequate.
We also didn’t take pictures of the airport lounge in Heathrow, on the way home, in which I indeed finished the third chapter.
It was a privilege to be able to work in so many beautiful spaces. If I were the kind of person to post bragging comments on other folks’ blogs, I might add a link to this post in the Daily Nous on where philosophers write.
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