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 […]
Tag: small towns
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, […]
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 […]
Iceland: Eastern Fjords and Northern Cosmic Landscapes
It is a gloomy morning. Cold. Cloudy. Gray. I can smell rain. I see it coming. But this is to be expected, and weather in Iceland stops no man. It’s a short drive from the campground to Seyðisfjörður, a harbour village nestled in Iceland’s eastern fjords. The road from Egilsstaðir to Seyðisfjörður first steeply winds […]
Iceland’s Southern Shores: Black Sand Beaches, Glaciers and Icebergs
Just east of Vik is the incredible Reynisfjall, a massive ridge rising high from the sea’s edge, stacked in hexagonal basalt columns, grazed at its bottom by a black beach. The pebbles on the beach are edgy, sharp and heavy. They shine beautifully in the sun. Standing at the beach and looking west, we see […]
Iceland: The Wonders of the Golden Circle
The Golden Circle is a 100km tourist loop to the east of Reykjavik. The many advertisements for tours to visit the route are a little concerning – we don’t usually like to travel to the places where parking lots are going to be filled with buses, but we have our own car, and can drive […]
To laze and gaze in Florida
The New Year’s Eve festivities at St. Augustine beach end at 10pm, I suspect to give people enough time to find their own festivities for the final minutes of the year. The night ends with a long queue waiting for a school bus to take everyone back to the city; arriving here in a car […]