Lycian Way, Day One, mighty fine indeed
You know the Camino de Santiago, you’ve read about the Appalachian Trail, and you saw that movie about the Pacific Crest Trail, but have you heard of the Lycian Way? The 540 kilometer… Continue reading
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Cutest darn thief I’ve ever seen
Turkey would not be a good place for a celiac, the thought occurred to me (for the twentieth time this trip) when the waiter brought my sandwich, chicken and peppers hidden somewhere in… Continue reading
Good night, Lucy
Over the past couple months, Lucy and I have worked out a little routine before bed. When I go in to fill up my water glass, she comes out and meets me… Continue reading
At what point does fondling an animal get weird?
At what point does fondling an animal get weird? You may never have asked yourself that question, but hey, that’s what I’m here for: to expand your horizons. Is it when you… Continue reading
Miles, my friend.
Miles was the first one I met when I came to look at my prospective US residence. Drenched in August sun, his eyes closed in feline pleasure, he welcomed me to the neighborhood… Continue reading
Iceland has ponies. Laughing ponies.
Iceland is aptly named, sure, but I’d hate to give the impression that it only has frozen water. It’s also got ponies. Ponies who like frozen water. Ponies who pose, oh so pretty.… Continue reading
Two days in Tahoe
Several hives worth of buzzing words follow me around every day, but they are unruly little things, and refuse to fly out my fingertips when I ask them to. Instead, a few of… Continue reading
Is that a good start or a bad one? Jungle Birthday Part 2.
I’ll just come out and say it: I was wearing flip flops. Old ones. This may surprise you, given that I was hiking six hours each way to spend the night in the… Continue reading
Just your average jungle birthday
I’m not sure when midnight snuck by in the near-perfect darkness to officially begin my birthday, but I’m guessing it had already started when I got up, back sore from the bare wood… Continue reading
The sort of thing you tell everyone
As soon as the pale child approaching on the jungle path saw me he wanted to know “parlez vous francais?” As I have since my mother taught me the phrase when I was… Continue reading
