On Friday afternoon, we got the call. A week later, I locked the door on an almost-empty house. Imagine that like my mother, you’re eighty-nine years old. You’re moving into a single room in a personal care home in less than a week. Look around. What possessions would you take
Hugfanginn. Pronounced hoo.fahn.kinn, it means “to be enamoured by something special,” which travellers to Iceland will be many times every day. You can anticipate blogs about our hugfanginn experiences but our first takes a different turn—the things that surprised us.
Why are we drawn to the primal force of falling water? To waterfalls cascading in continuous motion, ceaseless renewal, perpetual reshaping? The ancient Greeks philosophized that in waterfalls, we see ourselves, our own potential for motion, renewal and reshaping. In Costa Rica, volcanic activity fractured the backbone of the Andean-Sierra
Not all of our travel bursts with adventure. There are days of long drives, laundry baskets, local planning. And unexpected, small pleasures—like a honey festival in Spain’s Picos de Europa.
Hengifoss, Iceland’s third-tallest waterfall, is one of the prettiest in the country. High praise given it’s competing with 10,000 others. In Eastern Iceland off gravel road 931, not on the “Golden Circle” that most tourists take, Hengifoss sees few visitors, a hundred thousand a year compared with two million who
“When you take a flower in your hand and really look at it, it’s your world for the moment. I want to give that world to someone else.” Georgia O’Keeffe, New York Post, May 16, 1946 Imagine the flowers Georgia O’Keeffe would have painted had she traded the red rock canyons