Reading Kelly Kelleher’s essay on the colour lilac, the fashion shade this spring/summer, awakened a dormant inspiration to write a poem on lilacs. Going to Saskatchewan a few weeks ago (still lilac season there) to visit our aging mothers provided the second incentive. Re-reading Linda Pastan’s “I am Haunted by Lilacs” was the muse-poem that completed […]
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We’ve all seen our share of profound art. But being in a cave in semi-darkness among drawings created 24,000 years ago, astonished our perception of time and human achievement.
Don’t you love rhubarb? Growing up on the prairies, rhubarb signaled that winter was over: dessert bowls of mom’s dull-coloured canned rhubarb with its bracing, teeth-cleaning acidity came to an end, replaced by her fresh rhubarb pies and mini cakes: sugared rhubarb and walnuts topped with a sweet-cream biscuit dough and baked in muffin tins. […]
“Change your money on the black market,” friends who’d been to Argentina advised, “You’ll get 25 percent more than at the banks.” I was all for it, but Magellan was skeptical. “I don’t want to get robbed in some back alley,” he protested.
Letters, from a woman to her hiking boots.
The memory of May: what gladness I felt walking the country road to our one-room school, especially coming to the woodland marshes with their wild marigolds yellowing up beneath a sky of prairie blue. The same feeling we had last May, in Texas of all places, in Big Bend National Park at a place with […]
“I can still taste the simple, pistachio pasta we ate,” was the first thing Teresa said when I told her we were going to Sicily. “Their buttery, fat pistachios are so much better than those we get from the Middle East.” “The food is so good, Clive and I gained ten pounds,” Linda told us. […]
One of the joys of hiking in Europe compared to most anywhere else in the world is the reward of eating lunch at a restaurant in a mountain village enroute. Take, for example, Hike #1 in Teresa Farino’s book Picos de Europa. But first, let me step back in time for a bit.
Starting out as just a waypoint for us between Portugal and the Picos de Europa, the Spanish city of León turned into a highly recommendable destination—as those of you who have hiked the Camino de Santiago already know. León has the energy of a university town, one of the most stunning cathedrals in Spain and […]
Until we started planning our trip to Portugal, I’m ashamed to say I had never heard of the country’s Fernando Pessoa—considered one of the greatest literary figures of the twentieth century. Do you know him—or should I say do you know the four greatest Portuguese poets—all Pessoa writing under different names? Pessoa means person in […]
It was the first place in Nevada to have concrete sidewalks and the first place in the state to have electricity. Founded in 1905, it soon had three railroads, a stock exchange, a hospital, a symphony, a few churches and many brothels. Nope, it’s not Vegas but a ghost town called Rhyolite, named for a […]
I knew that Sunday, as we parked the car overlooking a hay field in the lush green of the Basque countryside and walked by a garden leading to a red-tiled farmhouse restaurant, that our lunch at Mugaritz was going to be good.
Although we followed Namgyel’s guidance and arrived early to get to a good seat at the country’s largest and most popular cultural festival, throngs of Bhutanese and small groups of tourists were already crowding into Paro Dzong ahead of us. Bedazzling. We’d seen photos of the elaborate pageantry at the Paro Tshechu and Namgyel had […]
Have you ever dreamt of painting music? A Bill Frisell concert can do that to you. It happened to me last month after hearing Bill and Thomas Morgan play at Dimitriou’s Jazz Alley in Seattle.
Quietly, our stockinged feet touch the cool, grey floor. Like a water droplet at the moment of landing, this concrete shell elongates. Pillarless. Seamless. Edgeless. There is no boundary between floor and ceiling. An inclusive space. For a single, solitary artwork. The silence is profound. There are no cameras. Talking is prohibited; even children’s voices […]
What did you do to celebrate your retirement? Magellan chose Palm Springs. Figured he’d improve his golf score. Take in the BNP Paribas Open—the tennis tournament in Indian Wells. And enjoy some hiking in the area.
No, this blog is not about rock ’n roll fans screaming their heads off when the Beatles broke into “Oh yeah I’ll, tell you something, I wanna hold your hand.” It’s about Cabo Hornos. Which has no connection to the Beatles. Not that we know of, anyway. The “Screaming Sixties” are the gale-force 60-miles/hour winds […]
We have many friends who plan their trips on the fly. They book their first night’s accommodation and then get the advice of locals on the best side trips and places to stay and eat. They return with stories of many pleasant surprises from their random walk. Spice tends to be a bit more (okay, […]
Of our many hikes in the Southwestern United States, we both look back at one in awe—short, sweet and a palette of pinks—Lower Hackberry Canyon. “There was something out there,” said Magellan.
“We’re trying for the experience we had in Seville with you guys,” said Pat this week describing a trip he and Dallas are planning to Budapest and Vienna. “That apartment we rented was so great.” Readers of this blog may recall that we’ve talked about our trip to Seville with Pat and Dallas before: the […]
Years ago when people thought only les vins français were worth drinking, our neighbour Jim started a little company importing wine from Spain and Portugal. When his son visited this month and inventoried the remaining bottles, I thought back to two Januaries ago and a eulogy at Jim’s Celebration of Life. “I knew nothing about […]
About three-o-clock every afternoon these days when Vancouver’s grey skies darken toward charcoal and heavy rains pummel our flat roof, I need a cookie. The urge is as strong as when I was a kid getting home from school in the subzero cold of Saskatchewan and wanting mom’s warm “matrimonial cake,” gooey dates sandwiched between […]
“When you see a parade of mules coming, move off the trail,” our guide Brian told our hiking group last spring in the Grand Canyon. “Why do you use mules instead of horses?” someone asked. “Mules can carry a lot more weight for one thing. They’re also more sure-footed than horses. It’s the way they […]
“Did you like Milford Sound?” That’s the first question you’ll be asked when you tell people you were on the South Island of New Zealand for three weeks. When Magellan and I answer meekly, “We didn’t go there,” we’re met with the same dumbfounded expression you’d give to people visiting the Rockies and admitting they […]
As 2017 draws to a close, I think the best dessert I ate this year was ______. How would you fill in that blank? You might be surprised to learn that for me, it wasn’t a dessert from our 18 weeks of travelling (like the Pastel de Beléms in Lisbon). In the contest though […]
Since the Middle Ages, dark interior walls of stone cathedrals have been animated by the communion of light and colour on jewel-toned windows of stained glass. People travelled for days to read brightly illuminated stories imprinted on stained glass, stories created to teach and delight: the liturgical canon, local history, political leanings, arts and science, […]
If you think of the Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument (GSE) as a staircase, imagine it now only half as wide—the new “Liddle” Staircase-Escalante National Monument. Last week we addressed Trump’s December 4 proclamation to shrink Bears Ears National Monument by 85%. On the same day, he cut our favourite place in Utah—Grand Staircase-Escalante National Monument—by […]
During our 79-day tour of the southwestern US, one of our favourite wilderness areas was the 1.35-million-acre Bears Ears National Monument (BENM) in southeastern Utah. On the weekend of May 13, we hiked into House on Fire, one of the most famous Puebloan ruins in BENM. It’s so dazzling we went twice, on Saturday evening when […]
On Friday afternoon, we got the call. A week later, I locked the door on an almost-empty house. Imagine that like my mother, you’re eighty-nine years old. You’re moving into a single room in a personal care home in less than a week. Look around. What possessions would you take with you?
Do you remember what you got for Christmas thirty years ago? For me, it was One Hundred Flowers, a coffee-table art book of Georgia O’Keeffe’s floral paintings. I was such a fan of her work that Magellan bought this for me in 1987, the year it was first published, the year Georgia O’Keeffe would have […]
“It’s hidden under this vase,” said the young man, pulling out the house key. “A typical Portuguese hiding place,” he laughed. “Good thing we’re sharing the house with a couple who got here before dark and know what’s going on,” said Magellan as we introduced ourselves to Gil and Sebastião. Until we arrived in […]
“It’s so quiet. Stunning architecture, but where is everybody?” Our main reason for visiting Valencia was to see “starchitect” Santiago Calatrava’s City of Arts and Sciences, the reason we assumed many other tourists go to this Spanish city that’s as sensuous as its melodious name, Valencia. We wondered why so few people were there in […]
In W. O. Mitchell’s novel about prairie life, wind is a metaphor. But in today’s story about Patagonia’s Frenchman’s Valley, wind is the real force: raw, razor-sharp, and so powerful…well, let me tell you how fierce and after you watch Magellan’s video clip, you’ll see for yourself.
“Eek-y-guy” What? “Eek-y-guy” is how you pronounce the Japanese word ikigai, which means having a sense of purpose. For the Japanese jubilado Tsukimi Ayano, making scarecrows is her ikigai.
We saved the most spectacular hike for the last. By accident. While Horseshoe Canyon is an annex of Utah’s Canyonlands National Park, it would have been easier to access it weeks earlier when we were up north in Hanksville. I’m glad our wayfaring skills went south. Ending our 58 hikes in the southwestern US with […]
Have you heard about the Costa da Morte on the Galician coast of northwestern Spain? Until a few months ago when planning a hiking trip to Spain’s Picos de Europa combined with our first visit to Portugal we hadn’t. Looking like a jagged heart atop Portugal, the Costa da Morte seemed like a good waypoint. […]
When we read about the Sealy Tarns Trek in Scott Cook’s NZ Frenzy hiking guide, I thought, “No way. This seems too much like the Grouse Grind in North Vancouver.”
Wild camping—that’s the Omani term for what we call primitive camping, Americans call dispersed camping and New Zealanders call freedom camping. We’d been wild camping in Oman in a Land Cruiser with a Hannibal rooftop tent in the Hajar Mountains, at Jabal Shams and in the Cinnamon Desert. Now we were heading south toward the […]
Someone asked me what I thought about while driving during our 79-day road trip this spring. Not much. But travelling through Wyoming, I was reminded of a short story that upon rereading when we returned home, wouldn’t let go of me until I forced it into this poem. Rock Springs Driving north from Flaming Gorge […]
Something unexpected happened on my birthday a few years ago. I met an ermitaño. In Spain. “A what?” you’re probably asking.
El Bulli. Perhaps the world’s most famous restaurant. When Ferran Adrià closed its doors in 2011, El Bulli had been named the #1 restaurant in the world five times—a record. Ferran’s radically creative molecular gastronomy influences chefs as much as his fellow Spaniard Rafa’s topspin reverse forehand impresses tennis players. But what happens to the […]
Sinking my teeth into a cob of plump, sweet corn the day it’s picked is what makes this time of the year a treat. You might remember me saying something like this last year in our blog Yellow, which featured a recipe for Taos Corn Chowder. For this year’s recipe, we’re going south of Taos, New […]
Since the turn of the century, some architects and engineers have been incorporating more and more sustainable and environmentally sensitive practices into their residential designs. Practices such as passive natural lighting, solar shading, natural ventilation, non load-bearing interior walls, steel framing and pre-fabricated modules. These concepts were responses to environmental concerns that had evolved over […]
“De gazpacho no hay empacho.” Translation: “You can never get too much of a good thing, like gazpacho.” We agree. With tomatoes voluptuously plumping in the sun on vines across the country, enticing us with their earthy perfume, it’s time for gazpacho.
“That’s good because I didn’t want to sleep in a yurt on the beach,” Ward said when I told him we’d booked rooms for he and Lynn and Magellan and I at Benesse House in Japan. Like Claudia and Jamie in the children’s book The Mixed-Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler, we were going […]
This week after reading “Upscale Food and Gear is Bringing Campsite Cooking Out of the Wild” in The Globe and Mail, Magellan said, “We did that—and more.” I don’t know Canada’s stats but the article, originally published in The New York Times, says interest in camp cooking in the US is heating up. A million […]
100 blogposts! “I thought we’d work at it for a year,” Magellan confessed when I asked him how long he initially expected we’d be at it, back when he announced his idea for Latitude65 to me over dinner in November 2014. Hmmm.
On every holiday we’ve taken, there comes a time, usually midway through the trip, when I think to myself, “I wish I was at home.” Maybe I’m missing the comfort of lying on our couch with a book instead of on a hotel bed planning the next day’s excursions. Or longing for a plate […]
Imagine a hilltop town, blindingly white cubist architecture, a labyrinth of narrow streets under skies blue as lapis lazuli. Did you think you were in Greece? That’s how we felt when we arrived one Sunday afternoon at Vejer de la Frontera, a pueblo blanco in Andalusia.
A traveller’s nightmare. 1990. Bari, Italy. A guy with a knife slits the strap on my “man-purse.” Jumps onto the back of a motorbike. Disappears into a maze of alleys. I’ve just lost my passport, driver’s license, credit cards, money and airline tickets. If it had happened today, I’d also have lost my iPhone.
It was July 1, 1967, Canada’s 100th birthday. The Terrace Gardens at Waskesiu in Prince Albert National Park. “Look at the cute guy in the siwash sweater,” said my friend Chon. “Hey, he’s coming over here. And I bet he’s going to ask you to dance,” she said. Given “he” was Magellan, you can see […]
Remember when we were younger travellers and spent hours looking for souvenirs for ourselves and our friends and family? If you’re like us, you’ve stopped buying stuff that recipients neither need nor want. (Okay, there are Kit Kats for Brandy, wine for Ward, a rubber chicken for Gail…) And at this decluttering stage of our […]
Backpacking, car camping, RVing or motelling? Why did we choose a rooftop tent as our base to explore North America?
When we’re travelling and people hear where we’re from, we get one or the other of these responses: “Vancouver. I love that city. So beautiful. Such great seafood.” Or: “Vancouver. I’d love to go there. I hear it’s so beautiful. And that it has such great seafood.” One of our favourite local seafoods is spot […]
“Are you taking a gun?” You’d be surprised how often this question was asked when we announced our plans to spend three months touring the southwestern United States, primarily primitive camping in a rooftop tent on our 2008 Land Rover. Only once did I wish, sort of, that I had one. Instead, this blog, the […]
The other day I was seeding a pomegranate, such a sensual fruit with its ruby-red arils clustered together. It got me thinking about Granada, the Spanish city whose name comes from a combination of Arabic words meaning word pomegranate and hill of strangers. The main reason tourists go to Granada is to see the Alhambra, […]
“This is a beautiful road but I’m getting tired of driving on it,” I said to Magellan, who was the one at the wheel. It was the fourth time we’d driven it in 18 hours. When we booked a B&B in Castle Valley, Utah, we weren’t concerned that it was 35 kilometres from Moab. Highway […]
No, not that White House. But a thousand years ago, the White House we’re talking about today was a political place. “I think we should go even though it is a two-hour drive each way,” I said to Magellan over breakfast at Casa de las Olas. “We’ll be sorry if we don’t.” Leaving the white-sand […]
In the language of New Zealand’s indigenous Māori, the word Moeraki means “drowsy day.” We were ready for a drowsy day, for Moeraki. The previous day we woke up before the sun in Auckland, drove slowly to the airport (because a tire on our rental car had blown out on the freeway and we were […]
“Since the time of the Inquisition, what started off in Spain as “mandatory” pork consumption (under the threat of death) has evolved into a true passion.” This quote comes from a Food Network documentary that Magellan and I highly recommend (for those of you going to Spain, considering Spain or thinking about pork for dinner […]
Just say the word penguin and your mouth forms into a smile. (Try it. See!) We humans love these fearless, flightless birds in tuxedos, waddling around on two feet (like us) looking like they’d like to come over for a chat. Seeing a colony of Magellanic penguins was one of the very best experiences on […]
Local knowledge. It wasn’t listed in the New York Times 36 Hours in Tulum. We hadn’t heard about it from friends who’d been to Tulum. It didn’t screen surface on any of our Google searches, even though it’s been around since 2004. But on our first morning at Casa de las Olas when we were […]
There’s a reason Windhorse Tours, and probably every company arranging travel in Bhutan, puts climbing to the Tiger’s Nest at the end of your stay. Taktshang Pelphung, the sacred temple complex known as the Tiger’s Nest, clings to a sheer rock cliff in thin air at an elevation of 3200 metres—10,500 feet. That’s more than […]
In the dark of the night, dreaming of their faces jolted me awake. Again. Even though it’s been almost two years since we saw them. Recurring dreams, it is said, reflect our concerns and help us process memories and emotions. It’s also said that giving this sort of dream a title and writing about it […]
We heard one day in the car on CBC 2 Ben Hepner say some composers modelled their compositions on Fibonacci’s Series, like Claude Debussey for example, which made me wonder if any famous poets had ever spiraled an idea in Fibonacci’s form, like a nautilus beginning with a single circle and expanding it outward, to […]
Spraying a dab of perfume on myself this morning made me think about camels. “Camels, I like,” said Aubed, our guide in the Empty Quarter of Oman. “I own some with my cousin.” “Why do you like them?” I asked. “Very smart animal. Call their name, they come. Camel milk I like. The meat, too.” […]
When I read Alex Kerr’s book Lost Japan back in 1996, I fell in love with the idea of visiting Chiiori. Never, never ever in my life, did I think I’d be sleeping on a futon in this ancient farmhouse in the remote East Iya Valley.
“I guess this is what we eat for lunch,” said Magellan. “And this is what we drink,” I said as one of the Mayan women, looking like she was dressed for a party in her magenta blouse and shiny black skirt, her hair slicked back to reveal dangly earrings, placed a large plastic pitcher of […]
Say his name aloud. Cristóbal Balenciaga. A name poem, an octosyllable perfectly arranged in harmonious beauty. Like Cristóbal Balenciaga scissoring fabric into timeless elegance. When I discovered that a museum honouring his work had opened in the Basque seaside village of Getaria where he grew up, and that it was on our way to Bilboa […]
Hospital de los Venerables, (home for elderly priests). Not a name that entices you to visit the place is it? Its description in a guidebook hints that there’s more “A little gem of a museum/church/gallery.” And mentions that “To the left is a small room housing paintings from Sevillano painters, including Velázquez.” Including Velázquez! I’d […]
It’s our favourite area in New Zealand, the tip of the South Island with its trio of natural wonders: Wharariki Beach (the best beach we’ve ever found; see our post), the Pillar Point Lighthouse Track (a dramatic cliff walk—a future post) and Farewell Spit (a 25-kilometre sand spit and nature reserve). On February 10, 2017, […]
What was one of my biggest fears in venturing off-road by ourselves through the wadis, beaches and deserts of Oman? Scorpions and camel spiders! I didn’t want to become a part of the food chain in a foreign country.
Magellan and I feel a tradition coming on. Last year we wrote about the best new recipe we’d tried in 2015. Why not do the same for 2016?
When I looked again at the map for the Kogumotori-goe section we walked on our third day of the Kumano Kodo, how to write about our experience became as clear as the mountain streams we’d been crossing. Our route was shown in reverse on the map—we had to follow it from right to left. Journeys […]
Day two on the Kumano Kodo had its ups and downs and proved the name Luck-Sure-Be Travel that Magellan and I gave ourselves in planning this trip. “Longer than yesterday but easier,” is how I described Day Two to Lynn and Ward Longer? True. Easier? False. Very false.
It was my fault that we were drenched when we arrived at the start of the Kumano Kodo. Grey sheets of rain were pounding down in Tanabe early that Monday morning. We’d bought our bus tickets for the 40-minute ride to Takijiri-oji, the trailhead where we were to start the Kumano Kodo, and Magellan, Lynn […]
On this Christmas day, Magellan and I are treating ourselves to the gift of frankincense. It’s burning in the ceramic mukkabbah we bought in Oman, releasing a primal smoke, an aromatic fragrance more powerful than that released by our Christmas tree. Until two Christmases ago, we didn’t know much about frankincense. Gift of a wise […]
“Ritual has an anticipatory relevance—we prepare for it, practically and psychologically; that’s part of its benefit.It’s about making your own raft of time. Your own doorway into Christmas,” writes Jeanette Winterson in her new book Christmas Days. What are your rafts into the doorway of your Christmas? Jeanette’s article (sent by Lynn from The […]
“Have you been to Antarctica?” Sherri asked me at yoga while we were waiting for the class to begin. I’ve always said we’d go to the Antarctic (or on any other cruise) when Magellan’s cane and my wheelchair were in danger of colliding. But, as Sherri said, you can’t wait until you’re old; you’ve […]
When making reservations for our first two nights in Japan, I found something rather odd. We wanted to stay in a temple in the mountain town of Koyasan, but the one I liked best (because it was near Okunoin, Japan’s largest and most famous graveyard) had a curfew. You had to check in by 5pm—any […]
here fall the gingko leaves fluttering yellow fans cartwheeling freely onto a carpet so radiant like old memories loosened by wind’s cool breath (see how fall’s decay convenes past golden moments) outshining daffodils which lack ginkos’ wisdom autumn’s stories Navigation The format of “Gingko Leaves” originated with the lively verse of one of my favourite […]
In preparing for our trip to Oman, we searched the web to filter and highlight the opportunities for our adventure. We had rented a Land Cruiser for two weeks that was tricked out with a rooftop tent, allowing us to freedom camp wherever we wanted, unconstrained by the itinerary of a tour group (which we’d […]
“We’ll spend two nights at Slot Canyons Inn with probably the best host in all of Utah,” said Russ, the owner of Backcountry Journeys and our guide for photography and hiking for six days last April. High praise. If I were a better researcher I’d have noticed the * beside Slot Canyons Inn B&B in […]
It was just past noon when we arrived at EcoCamp in Patagonia, too late for a major day hike. “Relax for a bit, then come to the community dome around one and we’ll have lunch ready for you,” said Victor, the check-in guy in his plaid shirt jacket as he led us down the wooden […]
Wrong Turns Kansai Airport to Mountain-Top Koyasan weary of tunnels, in the Fukuchiin Temple we sleep near the monks
Trying to book a holiday in Japan when you don’t speak the language can be frustrating, or a breeze (like working with Kumano Travel for our pilgrimage hike) or laugh-out-loud funny. Today, we’re focusing on the latter. For our stay in Osaka, I found a little boutique hotel “…a sort of ongoing art project…with interiors […]
It was 11:40 and the line was already snaking around the corner. This was lucky for the four of us: there’s no sign above the door and we may not have otherwise found Casa Anselma, where locals and others crowd for La Rumbla Flamenca in Sevilla. Round midnight the doors opened. Magellan joined the lineup […]
After contending with a blizzard at Milford Sound and pounding rain at Paparoa, Magellan and I felt like snow birds when we arrived at Abel Tasman National Park. Located in the sunniest corner of the country at the top end of the South Island, Abel Tasman NP was so warm Kohanga turned off her heat […]
Do you know about the South Chilcotin area of BC? Until this summer, all we knew was that it was home to gold-rush miners, wild horses and horse-riding dude ranches. And that it was four-wheel-drive country four hours away. “I think it’s the perfect place for Rove-Inn’s first camping experience,” Magellan concluded, after looking at […]
Every time we do a posting about Bhutan, I sense our guide Namgyel thinking to himself, “After all those dzongs, temples, monasteries and chortens I took them to, when are they going to talk about Buddhism?” Namgyel, where do we start? You took us to 27 Buddhist sites. “Was that all?” Magellan asked. You told […]
“I always decide,” I said. “Where would you like to go?” “Back to Spain,” said Magellan. A few weeks later he announced, “I’ve been emailing and talking to the people at El Celler. We’ve got a reservation for 9 pm on your birthday!”
One Saturday morning a few weeks ago we awoke to an email from our granddaughter Clare. She’d been working at a café on Granville Island for the summer and, having received her schedule for the following week, she suggested we go on a mini BC vacation on her two free days. Where to go at […]
Do you, like me, associate a special place with a specific colour? Take Taos, New Mexico. I’ve been there in three different seasons, yet for me, one colour signifies this sun-filled high-desert town—corn yellow. Maybe it’s the crisp brilliance of the thin air at 2100 metres, a spot some call the birthplace of the sun. […]
Summer’s green is turning to autumn’s gold—the new school year is about to begin. As our granddaughter Clare heads back to university at King’s College in Halifax, my thoughts turn back to the autumn Magellan and I visited the third-oldest university in the world (est. in 1218), its library so stunning I (almost) wanted to […]
“Would you like to go and see Bernice?” I asked my mother, who lives alone in the small town of Birch Hills, Saskatchewan, about a half-hour’s drive from the hamville* of Weldon where her friend Bernice lives in a school turned into a home for seniors for those who don’t need nursing care. Like 99-year-old […]
A few weeks ago we told you about trading in our car for an old Land Rover, a 2008 LR2. No dog days of summer here—we’ve been busy scouting a rooftop tent, LED lanterns, a camp stove, rollup tables, nonstick pots and pans… Carving out time for the farmers market on Saturday, we found Walter […]
Beginning by introducing himself and sitting down on a chair on the porch of the Seven Wives Inn in St. George, Utah, Russ surprised us when he announced the destination we’d be going to. Let me take a step back. It’s very unlike us, but we had no travel itinerary for Utah on our […]
Before the clock strikes seven, the sounds of goats bleating, auctioneers shouting and buyers haggling fill the air, as they have on Friday mornings in Nizwa since the sixth century. It’s the Nizwa Goat Market, an auction spectacle made famous when this city, at the crossroads of the country’s trade route, was the capital of […]
This week’s post was supposed to be about The Hollows, our favourite restaurant in Saskatoon where summer is celebrated on the patio with bite-sized dandelion fritters and rhubarb-pink margaritas. But our camera didn’t make it to dinner. Should we write a story on Magellan’s 50th high school reunion instead we wondered on the drive home […]