A New Year’s Bucket List: Write It Or Wing It?
Should we continue to describe our future in bullet points, or should we let ourselves face it with open, un-bucketed arms? Unable to decide, I made a list. . .
Should we continue to describe our future in bullet points, or should we let ourselves face it with open, un-bucketed arms? Unable to decide, I made a list. . .
In the South Island, I console myself with another summer of surfing Santas and that pinch of white dandruff clinging to the mountains. This is Christmas in New Zealand.
Perhaps it’s time to re-evaluate that list of Reasons To Give Thanks… Whatever it takes to remind us that easy rewards aren’t always so rewarding, and a truly thankful traveler accepts the challenges as part of the total journey.
This sense of extreme isolation turned individuals into family tribes. From one to five to twelve friends, assorted nationalities and various tattoos, we found ourselves playing games on the beach. Snorkeling, singing karaoke together. . .
Only Burma sends its ghosts after me, reminding me that even with an eternity to travel, I will never fully appreciate the place it is, nor understand the country it could be.
“It’s . . . it’s nice,” our shuttle driver said, his hesitation heavy with those sorts of loose secrets that all the locals know. “As long as you don’t go too far north, Long Beach is OK.”
Toxic chemicals have nothing to do with it; the trick to unclogging a toilet is all in the arms of the person wielding the plunger. I only know this because […]