At the end of a grueling shift my heavy feet make their way out of work. Feeling a bit like a rat on a wheel, I look forward to the brief respite of sleep. My brain suddenly pops and floods with endorphins when I realize after months and months of waiting.. This time next month…
Having a bit of a lull writing wise but came across this extraordinary couple who live the nomad life and are thriving. The fact they are in their late 60’s/ early 70’s make them all the more interesting. I want to share their magic so here is a link to an article written in Retirement…
Having been dragged unwillingly into annual family camping fiascos, the concept was one I have mocked with horror ever since. Then I went on 2 camping safaris in Africa and one up to Macchu Picou and enjoyed myself emmensely. Of course during all 3 we were well taken care of, and, with the exception of…
Within a month of returning from Costa Rica my next trip solidified like quick-silver beads coming together. It is magic when it happens, all these little pieces shattered all over the globe go THUK to me, like I’m a magnet. Obviously I did not get much time to mourn the end of my Costa Rica…
As you may recall from a previous posting, I had planned nothing for my last week. I wanted to give spontaneous a go since the first 5 weeks were pretty structured and you never know what gems you’ll hear about when you are on the ground. Puerto Viejo is so close to the Panama border…
Travelling Crone 