Butter. What survived thousands of miles and months of transportation in order to reach New Zealand’s soldiers in World War I? Love, hope and a lot of butter.
Pulling popular titles from several different age ranges, the following collection covers our physical and philosophical journey past that 25-year mark.
After all, we ask the same questions on birthdays and vacations: Where do I want to go next, and how can I get there?
“30 years is not worth a night of misery,” I insisted, predicting a speedy transition from rustic to agonizing in this weather.
New Zealand had given me snow topped mountains for my birthday. An environment better spent in private chilly reflection, wishing for woolen socks and the chance to be 25 again.
So as December 25th looms in New Zealand, I wonder about traditions: about this invisible baggage that’s so often heavier than the backpacks we carry – and a thousand times more valuable than every personal possession inside.
How brilliant would the calendar be if we considered every year an achievement to celebrate, and not just an acknowledgement of impending wrinkles?
Every detail of Courtney’s wedding – from the aquamarine hues of the bridesmaid dresses to the destination itself in Nassau, Bahamas – had been planned around water. The groomsmen stood […]
New Year’s Eve isn’t for everyone. Like traveling itself, some people prefer to stay home, near loved ones, while others organize elaborate parties 1,000miles away. Yet there is one element […]