Not all of our travel bursts with adventure. There are days of long drives, laundry baskets, local planning. And unexpected, small pleasures—like a honey festival in Spain’s Picos de Europa.
I can’t remember seeing a Buddha’s Hand when we were in Bhutan. Or in Bangkok. Not in Japan either. Nor do I remember noticing any in California. Where I have found lots of them is at Whole Foods in Vancouver. Believe me, they’re worth searching for.
In this season, in the silence of night, who among us doesn’t pause, rewinding time back to childhood on Christmas Day? Among those memories, there’s often a grandmother. In my case, Grandma Danchuk. Alice. Born 110 years ago, on Christmas Day in 1908.
It takes backbone to sue the Trump Administration. Especially if you’re women. And you own a restaurant in Boulder, Utah, one of the most remote areas of the US, elevation ~7,000 feet, population ~ 180 people. Where the geology’s so rugged that early explorers declared “no animal without wings could cross it.” When the […]
Evening rose. Carmine crimson. A duality of colours, our twofold experience of Albarracín, Spain. Evening rose in the labyrinth of medieval buildings in the town. Carmine crimson in the Stone Age rock-art in Albarracín Cultural Park. It was Marc and Anne, a Belgian couple we met on our first trip to Spain, who recommended Albarracín. […]