I’m obsessed with this house around the block. I wasn’t even aware of this obsession, until my other half pointed it out one day. Continue reading
The house on Hampton street
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Egypt, I’m watching you
The cauldron known as Egypt boiled over last week. I close my eyes, and I conjure up the time I spent in Cairo a few years ago. It is already a hazy memory, but a new light is shining on that time. Continue reading
That time I spent Christmas in a hostel…
It’s really not a huge secret. I’m not a huge fan of Christmas. To say that the holiday spirit is lost on me is kind of an understatement. I tolerate the holidays, I go through some awkward outsider’s version of the motions, but I don’t really carry with me the same kind of sentimental attachment most people have with this time of year. Continue reading
Ever wonder what Arctic diving on the continental divide looks like?
Since it took me way longer then I thought it would to write even a few sentences about Iceland, I thought I’d put together a special treat. Two postings in the same day, plus a new layout! Continue reading
A weeklong friendship
I had the best of intentions when I bought a plane ticket to Reykjavík. Ten days to visit a good friend, see some sights, eat some Hákarl, sit in the Blue Lagoon, and come back fully refreshed with a nasty hangover from the Brennivín.
Sometimes the plans you lay out don’t work out for reasons beyond your control. Continue reading
CouchSurfing
I’ve gone ahead and signed up for an account on CouchSurfing.org to give something new a shot.
So you out there in Internet land – tell me about your CouchSurfing experiences, cause I’ve only heard good things thus far.
Travelling is extended foreplay
My apologies to my mother and my grandmother, who both apparently are regular readers of this humble blog. You might wish to skip over this entry. This entry is for everyone else out there, but the two of you can just go over to some other corner of the Internet right now, OK?
The rush I get from travelling can only be described as teenage romance. Continue reading
SCUBA
I exhale slowly, cautiously. My face dips below the surface of the lake. I blow gently out of my nose, wiggle my jaw back and forth. I slowly descend, the visibility is low. Continue reading
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