Today’s post is dedicated to the letter V. V for Valentine’s Day. Virus. Variants. Vaccinations. (And maybe, in a year or three, Vacations.) Scientists say the more transmissible B.1.1.7 could become the dominant variant in North America before month end. That we’re more likely to become infected now than during
Spraying a dab of perfume on myself this morning made me think about camels. “Camels, I like,” said Aubed, our guide in the Empty Quarter of Oman. “I own some with my cousin.” “Why do you like them?” I asked. “Very smart animal. Call their name, they come. Camel milk
Benesse House Park, round about midnight on the way to our room, a ghostly guy in the shadows near the Hiroshi Sugimoto artwork “That’s good because I didn’t want to sleep in a yurt on the beach,” Ward said when I told him we’d booked rooms for he and Lynn
It was all my fault. “Besseggen Ridge” reads my diary entry, “the most spectacular (and difficult) hike we’ve ever done.”
When you think of what makes a hotel romantic, what comes to mind? Well-designed rooms? Nice views? Romantic location? For today’s blog, Magellan and I talked about the romantic hotels we’ve stayed in since we’ve retired. As discussions of favourites go, it could have been trick. This one was easy,
Rolling and rising across the country, the fourth wave of the pandemic and the wake it’s leaving behind is dampening not only our travel, but our slippery grasp on feeling gratitude this Thanksgiving. Poetry to the rescue!