I’m up early because when on holiday I want to see every sunrise. I’m driving west to Utah. Quite suddenly, the landscape changes. Everything is drained of colour bar various hues of beige. Everything gets a little flatter. Then, red earth appears; in the distance cliffs raise; in the valleys carved out by rivers […]
Tag: walks
Mesa Verde N.P and Comforting Mancos
The altitude, hyper-alert driving, hiking and fresh air cause such exhaustion that by the end of my second week on the road, once I’ve sat down in my camping chair with a book in one hand and a cuppa in the other, I can’t recall the morning. I know I must have risen early and […]
Where the heart is: Ouray, Colorado
It’s supposed to be monsoon season, but so far, there’s only been one rainstorm. I wake up to the wet, fresh air and pack. The tent’s fly is wet, so it sits at the back of my car, fanning, as I drive with my windows open. It’s early, so the drive is a dream, cruising […]
A long drive and Rocky Mountain National Park
There are images of Utah everywhere. National Geographic. Calendars. Instagram. Computer wallpapers and screensavers. In films. In literature. So, it’s been on my mind for a while to visit, and I’m eager to see it in real life. On the way, I have to explore Colorado, too. Because I think I can, I decide to […]
Rome, Italy
It’s mid-April and we’re in the midst of an ice-storm that’s so bad school’s been cancelled. Wrapped in a blanket, sipping on a cup of hot cocoa that’s laced with a little zing, is the perfect time to reminisce about the warm heat of Rome, the cooling gelato and the kind smiles of strangers. […]
Cinque Terre
Riomaggiore It’s the middle of July, and hot. Italy is experiencing a heat wave, but when I get off at the Riomaggiore train station I don’t notice. There are other things to take note of: the village’s harbour, the sea, and the splash of colour that stands against the green of the surrounding Parco Nazionale […]
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 […]
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, […]