It was a long road up. Continue reading “The Climb: Gap Year Week 37”
The immigration officer is polite and apologetic but what he’s asking doesn’t change. “Please, miss, I’m going to have to ask you to disembark.” Continue reading “Last Legs: Gap Year Week 36”
When we’re stuck in a traffic jam leaving Ljubljana, hugging a highway curve along with hundreds of other annoyed cars, I send a picture of our next destination to a friend of mine.
damnn, he texts. it’s like something from tolkien Continue reading “Mountains in the Mist: Gap Year Week 34, Part 2”
My aunt and uncle and I are eight hours away from the heavy gray blotch where Delhi hides. We’re one thousand and three hundred meters up, high enough to see through the plains, the silver river winding like a question mark through, low enough that thick forests surround our upward drive. Continue reading “Castles in the Air: Gap Year Week 22”
I first encountered Robert MacFarlane in the mountains. To be fair, I saw his The Old Ways first in a labyrinthine London bookstore, and began reading it outside a tiny Singapore salon. But words mean different things in different places and so my first real encounter with Robert MacFarlane was three years ago, perched on the porch of a small Italian inn miles from civilization, waiting for the sunset to edge the Dolomites into shadows. Continue reading “Oceans of the Mind: Gap Year Week 20”
Here are some facts. Today I am angry. I share this sentiment with many around the world. It is not a new anger. It has been festering for a long time.
Here is another fact. Today the United States has elected someone who believes climate change cannot exist because if it does it will negatively impact businesses.