Air travel can have the feel of an odd sort of zoo outing in which you are actually confined with the fascinating creatures. I’ve never been much of a TV watcher, but the following excerpt from my travel journal illustrates that I am not in any way above following the exploits of well-developed characters.
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A friend of mine is heading to Niagara Falls with his son today. In five or six hours they’ll land in an international zone, teeming with tourists from almost every continent. [Read more →]
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The hidden gem of a beach; the preferred snorkeling spot of the locals; the quickest way to get from baggage claim to beach (Hmmm; I’m sensing a subconscious inclination back toward the sea, a common condition for those of us living in states whose oceanic features linger only in fossil-form)…
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My kids made that not-so-subtle shift from “No more school!!” to “What is there to do?” this past week. Must be July…
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Splash.
The unremarkable sound of one toe, tipped with vibrant pink polish, testing the waters of this cyber-pond… Not a big deal to jump in, right?
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