please come to denver (1) The real reason is that my boots were restless. The ostensible reason that Biff and I chucked a couple of bags into the Silver Snail, gassed her up, and rolled all the windows
training the dog The last few days haven't been among my best. The litotes of that sentence is almost laughable. Sometimes they'll start out ok, even looking up - yesterday we strolled to the creek through
the journey back, part two: Guate to DC By the time we reached the airport I'd stopped actively weeping, but was finding it hard to stop being so very saudade, especially as I knew I was flying from eternal spring right
the journey back, part one: leaving Antigua My last night in Antigua is one of those days stamped forever into the back of my eyelids and the inner curls of my ears - so perfect that every detail of that
the best days ...are when you wake up before the sun and immediately can't hold back the massive grin that wells up in your chest and spills out onto your face. September lies sleeping, red curls
first impressions (Antigua Guatemala) Heat. Dazzling sunlight. The closeness of a thousand other bodies. Bright flowers - red, fuschia, orange, purple - foaming up and spilling from the tops of walls and out of every possible container
all "Is this it?" She squinted at me dustily, yellow ringlets snaking over a novelty teeshirt and the straps of an enormous stuffed-to-the-gills hiking pack, tossing a curled-lipped nod in the direction
after midnight in the concourse Douglas Adams said it best. "It can hardly be a coincidence that no language on Earth has ever produced the expression 'as pretty as an airport.'" BWI isn't the most
priorities I'm sitting at my desk with three hours to go before I leave for the first leg of my journey, with my fully-packed travelling case sitting behind my laptop. It's staring at me.
everything I'm bringing to Guatemala for five weeks Still being updated, and will continue to be so, probably literally until I'm getting onto the plane. And yes, I'll probably end up wearing most of the clothes instead of packing them. Because
warmer feet Two more days. This trip is rising up to meet me much faster than I thought it would. It's also accelerated incredibly in the last weekish. Yesterday I had such cold feet that
the other adventure In just over a week, I'll be stepping on a plane to paradise. Rainbows paint the sky over the volcanoes nearly every morning, I am told, and the stories of the ancient land
broken slate I think I've lost my groove. I wandered the house looking for it - under the couch cushions, between the books on the shelf, behind the milk in the fridge, in the cobwebby
oran beg i am birdie i am a figment i release my words into the world to let them fly and touch whom they will i strive not for that perfect metre which will last
