I’m going to Costa Rica next month. I have done very little planning for this trip, but it has been a long time in the works. A long time ago, I entered a contest to win a trip to Costa Rica. I didn’t in that particular contest, but it started a chain of events that indirectly brought me down a new career path, a new life, and ultimately, winning a different contest to Costa Rica. Continue reading
I took a walk yesterday, into the sprawl. An exercise in clearing my head. A chance to relish autumn’s fleeting colours, and feel the crunch of leaves under my shoes. A recent assessment of what I like to do when I travel left me realizing that I don’t take enough day hikes when I’m at home, and it’s something I’m trying to change. A few years ago in Montreal, I hung out a bit with the Montreal Psychogeographic Society and had a lot of fun.
Fortuna favet fortibus. It’s Latin for fortune favors the bold / the brave. The Latin words grace my ancestral coat of arms. A variation on the Latin lists it as Fortunaa juvat audaces.
I like to think that it helps guide me when decisions are tough. I would like to think of myself as bold and brave, embracing the things that terrify me the most in life, challenging them head on.
To describe the Langanes peninsula in north western Iceland as remote would be the understatement of the year. In a country where hikers regularly vanish into the highlands, never to be seen again, understanding the vast emptiness of this country takes some getting used to. You can easily stand beside the thundering waterfalls that line the country side, scream at the top of your lungs until your frustrations vanish, and will not encounter a sole in the process. Continue reading
The Don River is a slow moving river that marks the edge of Toronto’s original boundaries, and separates the inner city neighbourhoods from the inner suburbs. When I first came to visit apartments, we rode the subway, and it rattled across the tracks as we crossed high above the Don Valley, the subway briefly emerging from the subterranean tunnels. The 20th century brought heavy pollution to this waterway, as 31 separate sewage treatment facilities were built along the river. Over 20 places in the valley and adjacent ravines were used as landfills for garbage and industrial refuse.
Sounds like a lovely place, doesn’t it? Continue reading
I rode my bike to work today. This is no amazing feat by any stretch of the imagination. Thousands of people just like me do this every day, this simple exercise. And yet it requires a response on my part, because for me, it is out of the ordinary. Continue reading
WordPress featured my post on Scuba Diving in the Galapagos on their landing page, Freshly Pressed today. I wasn’t expecting that, and I certainly wasn’t expecting the overwhelming response.
Thank you to all the new subscribers, and thanks to everyone for their comments! I am really flattered.
Did you know that the total number of hits to this blog grew by half today alone? I cannot even wrap my head around those figures.
Inspired by all the new readers who paid me a visit, I updated my woefully out of date About page.
Hi new readers! I hope that you stick around!