Cuba with Grandma

Babcia and I went on a beach holiday to Cuba.  No one else wanted to or could come.  How perfect to spend a lush eleven days with a person who has lived so many lives, experienced things I could not fathom, and raised my mother. Because of the proximity to the beach and the right […]

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Genoa, Italy

I love cities where laundry hangs from the windows, or is neatly folded over sagging lines across alleyways.  It’s a living city. Full of real people.  It’s not made pretty for tourists although I think drying laundry is the prettiest sight.   Hanging laundry is one of the first sights I get in the city, […]

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Back to London

I remember when I first arrived in London on a chilly February afternoon in 2008 for a working-holiday.  I intended to stay for 6 months, have a serious think about what I wanted to do with my life while working a host of jobs through employment agencies.  I was also to travel and find myself. […]

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Iceland: The North

Heading further west along the northern part of Iceland, the land changes from grey to rolling burnt orange, yellow, and grey. This is Iceland’s active volcano region where the earth occasionally bubbles and explodes in plumes of smoke.  The air smells like boiled egg. Some might say it reeks, this stench, but this smell has […]

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