Jetlag. It is no joke. I’ve done a good amount of traveling in my life and I’ve never suffered from jetlag before this last week. I don’t even know how to explain how tired I’ve been the last two days. Luckily we had nothing but snow the last two days and I had two days to rest …
It’s February twenty-second and Baja California has welcomed me with open arms on this winters day. While most of this nation is in a deep frost I enjoyed an amazing beach view complete with the dolphins frolicking and seagulls serenading me while sipping on my coffee this morning. Las Gaviotas, our beach villa of choice …
I live in a forested mountain area that has been plagued by wildfires for the last ten years. The smokey brown skies of wild fire season are not something that I miss about southern California when traveling halfway across the world. After a 10 hour flight from LAX where luckily we did manage to sleep …
“.. The lambs on the tree nooked hillside bleating heard in Blake’s old ear, and the silent thought of Wordsworth in eld Stillness clouds passing through skelton arches of Tinturn Abby- Bard Nameless as the vast. babble to vastness” In 1967 American poet Allen Ginsberg took an acid trip at Tinturn Abby. In the chilly …
One time I went to Munich. I ate more Bavarian brats than I ever considered humanly possible. I drank vats of delicious German beer. I ate so much creamy German milk chocolate. And I cried myself to sleep most nights of this trip. Beer, Brats and chocolate?! Sounds exceptionally wonderful, right? Why was a week …