When the 2020 COVID winter\’s short days and cold nights sucked away at our souls until we started ripping into each other, we knew it was time to go. But where? Good question. Anywhere that wasn\’t here and was COVID free. But that doesn\’t exist. We agreed on a socially distant, health responsible …
After a year away, we\’re back in the North Country, and it\’s bitter-sweet. I miss Thailand and my Chiang Mai friends. I miss the spices, the heat, and swimming before the pool opening time. I miss the orange-clad monks collecting alms as I returned from the market loaded with fruit, vegetables, and the meat-du-jour: anything …
After five days spent chasing Mehmet the Conqueror\’s shadow in a scorching Istanbul, haunted by moody cats and hungry carpet sellers, we left for dusty Edirne. The second Ottoman capital is a sleepy town in the tiny, bland European Turkey, and renting a car was a challenge, since they hadn\’t heard of one-way rentals, but …
A couple months ago, when Steve left Thailand to get our home on the market, we thought Thai borders would soon crack open, to allow him back. We were wrong. These days in Thailand, whoever\’s out stays out. If I wanted to see him again, I had to join him. So …
Our long trip east is over. After ten exciting days in Paris and Greece, then cruising East for seven weeks with 600 of our best friends, we\’re back in Thailand. On the way, we stopped in Israel, Jordan, Oman, Emirates, Qatar, India, and Indonesia to explore. We walked the streets, ate the food, bargained and …
Athens, the second stop on our long trip east, isn\’t Paris. Just as Paris is profoundly Western in its gallic snotty attitude, rich flavor and fastidiousness, Athens belongs to the East. The sun is hotter, the streets narrower, the decibels roar. Neighbors shout at each other from across the street, motorcycles rev their stinky engines, …
Athens, the second stop on our long trip east, isn\’t Paris. Just as Paris is profoundly Western in its gallic snotty attitude, rich flavor and fastidiousness, Athens belongs to the East. The sun is hotter, the streets narrower, the decibels roar. Neighbors shout at each other from across the street, motorcycles rev their stinky engines, …
Athens, the second stop on our long trip east, isn\’t Paris. Just as Paris is profoundly Western in its gallic snotty attitude, rich flavor and fastidiousness, Athens belongs to the East. The sun is hotter, the streets narrower, the decibels roar. Neighbors shout at each other from across the street, motorcycles rev their stinky engines, …
Wanna come along for a trip through Chiang Mai? Check out this photo essay – a two miles trip to the Crematorium dogs, the homeless dogs we volunteered with. Check out \”The Art Of Taming.\” Drying chilis on the sidewalk. Where else? Garlic, bananas, and sunflower seeds too. Rada Jones is an Emergency Doc in …
Lessons from a little prince. My best friend died three months ago. Her name was Gypsy. She was a German Shepherd and the other half of my soul. I’ll talk about her someday when the hole in my soul will start to close. Right now I can’t. I can’t see to type. I walked. I …
