We shoved the kayak with feet and paddles inch by inch towards the water. Finally bobbing and fully in the water, we thrust our oars into the bay with complete disregard for cooperative movement. After doing a few unintentional 360 perspective tours of the Cove, we figured out how to move forward together, and meet the rest of the group.Read More
The location of each of the foot-tapping ensembles in the ornate French Quarter seemed to be divided by radius of sound. No matter where in the Quarter one stood, no artist overlapped another, yet the music never seemed to end.Read More
Cut with wooden beams, the stairs were impossible to see from the street. Upon approach, they looked almost vertical, descending directly into a small river valley, a pathway extending out towards the Niagara River ...Read More
Fort Henry and Rideau Canal. They're Ontario's only UNESCO World Cultural Heritage site. That must mean it's boring right? Well, not if you go at just the right time. Check out our visit and learn about what Fort Henry has to offer.Read More
What we did on our first day (and my favorite day) in Split, Croatia
A page literally translated from my travel journal about our first day in Split, Croatia as we arrived via train from Zagreb, Croatia.Read More
Americans are maybe not the most observant culture. But we can tell if people are from away and will totally call you on it, even if you don't offer the information. I know instantly if someone is from Canada when they start saying words with long O's or long A's. But then again, I'm sure you figured out I don't belong in Canada either, doncha know?Read More
Come take a fun quiz about Brazil and learn some new facts! It might even inspire you to put Brazil on your travel list :)Read More
In Bello’s Cigar Shop in Little Havana, I admire the largest cigar I have ever seen with the appreciative gaze of one who values a fine art, as a hand rolled cigar is clearly art, regardless of the size.
“Is it real?” a tour participant asks the tour guide. “Can you smoke it?” he pushes playfully as only an American can think to derive pleasure from the destruction of something that undoubtedly took days or weeks to create.
“Yes of course it’s real. They made it to smoke the day Fidel Castro died.” She said with a certain distaste as she spoke Castro’s name that was distinct even with her strong Siberian accented English. “When he died, they had a big celebration in the streets here in Little Havana. They took the cigar out to smoke it, but they didn’t smoke the whole thing. That’s too much!” She laughed, a clear twinkle of pride in her eye. “My husband is Cuban,” She explained.Read More
Already turned away from the first restaurant with forearms tapping together in an ‘x’ across their chest, six of us tentatively enter the next restaurant. Relieved, we are welcomed by an old man, grinning with “irashai” (welcome), and waved to a table.
*This is the story I entered into the World Nomads 2017 Writing Scholarship Competition.Read More
In June, we’ll have lived in the Great White North for 1 year. When we moved here, we knew just what we wanted to do to assimilate. Take curling lessons.Read More
Winters in Alaska can be brutal. “Tell us something we don’t know,” I can hear you saying. But it’s not the cold I struggled with. I got tired of the death grip that winter had on my world. I wasn’t able to go outside without 3 layers or more (cue the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man) and as cumbersome as this was, after I did get dressed to go somewhere, not many people were out. Winters got very lonely, not a good time to make friends and get involved in the community.
I found solace and trivial excitement in the tradition of the Nenana Ice Classic.
"So, do you think they're going to have REAL maple syrup or just that fake crap?" I asked Mike, a little whine entering my tone thinking of dry pancakes or even worse, someone putting fake syrup on FOR me. I shudder at the thought, giving Aunt Jemima maybe too much power over my evening.
"I don't know. Probably not the good stuff," he answers, agreeing with my theatrical emphasis, also confused why real maple syrup isn't served when it's made right in this very province.
"Let's bring some of our own," I say conspiratorially, and he agrees eagerly.Read More
We recently just spent a day in the little ski town of Stowe, VT. Although we were there on the last Alpine ski weekend, city and town people alike still crowded into the little town on Saturday, hoping to get in the last ski of the season. Luckily, flakes came down in big fat blobs on Friday, filling out the hill with a few feet of wet, slippery snow, cushioning the ice below, making the Alpine skiing a little more manageable.Read More
As you may or may not have read in previous posts, we went to Japan in February. We spent 2/3 of our time on Hokkaido in Niseko and 1/3 in Tokyo. Skiing in Niseko required more warm layers, as the temps were 20-30's F. In Tokyo, the weather was much warmer in comparison, reaching the 40's F.
Here's what I ACTUALLY packed to go to Japan in a 36 Liter Osprey Women's Kyte backpackRead More
Scattered throughout Japan, onsens are natural hot spring waters used for bathing, relaxation and health benefits, through the absorption of essential minerals. Onsens are silent places, meant for relaxation. There are several types of onsens available, but they are generally gender segregated and nude.
This is our experience in an onsen in Akihabara, Tokyo.Read More
Read my account of my commute in Brazil as I brave the air conditioning and try to understand the radio announcer.Read More