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Swimming with sharks in the Galapagos

Swimming with sharks in the Galapagos

[slideshow_deploy id=’1723′]   There came a point in the trip where I questioned the wisdom of swimming toward the man yelling “shark!” That point came later than you might expect. I’d only been snorkeling once before, years before, from the beach in...
Cramming in Kauai

Cramming in Kauai

[slideshow_deploy id=’1719′]   “Oh shit!” I heard the words and so never did see the wave that inspired them. When your raft captain yells an expletive, you know to hang tight to the rope and duck your head. You also know the heightened sense of adventure...
This Was My Year That Was

This Was My Year That Was

My online life, like most people’s, is an edited version of reality. Not in a conscious attempt to make myself appear in a certain way, but because some stories aren’t mine to tell and I generally don’t use social media as therapy. I feel like in a...
Wanderlust and cosmic dust

Wanderlust and cosmic dust

“It is not so much a matter of traveling as of getting away; which of us has not some pain to dull, or some yoke to cast off?” – George Sand, Winter in Majorca That’s the epigraph in the book I just started, The Vacationers by Emma Straub, the...
Cold War and Peace

Cold War and Peace

What might save us, me, and you Is if the Russians love their children too — Russians by Sting, 1985 Oh shut up Sting. I know, it was a rhetorical rather than literal “what if,” but even 15 year old me, fearing the prospect of Mutually Assured...
Dreaming big and little with Airbnb

Dreaming big and little with Airbnb

My favourite was the treehouse on Whidbey Island. Not just a tiny house in a tree, it had a giant tree growing through the middle of its one octagon-ish room, a bachelor apartment in the sky. My wish list on Airbnb is full of unusual micro dwellings, partly for the...