A Funny thing happened on the way to Newfoundland

Sometimes the story is the destination that you are traveling to. Other times, the story is in the journey getting you to the destination. This is one of those stories about the journey just to get somewhere. On my first day after landing in my stopover city of Sydney, Nova Scotia I was walking aroundContinue reading “A Funny thing happened on the way to Newfoundland”

Urban Night hiking: observations on culture

We got back home to Bend, Oregon on December 20 after three months away, most of that in Barcelona, Catalunya. With the help of Beth’s fit bit, we figured we had walked more than 600 miles in the 93 days we were gone, with most of that in urban areas of Spain, Ireland, Czechia, andContinue reading “Urban Night hiking: observations on culture”

Between a Rock and a Hard Place

Part of Spain lays on the African continent. In many ways, the location puts it right in between a rock and a hard place. We are in Ceuta now. Ceuta is in Africa. It is also part of Spain. We crossed the border on foot today, passing the beggars and poverty of Morocco and enteredContinue reading “Between a Rock and a Hard Place”

Traveling through a state of many countries

The United States of America’s is a country made up of 50 states and a few territories. Spain is a state that is made up of many countries. I know this to be true because an angel told me so last week. Sabado, el 16 de Noviembre, 2019…Bilbao, Pais Vasco. After the beautiful evening lastContinue reading “Traveling through a state of many countries”

Chilled Whines and a Scary Costco in the Basque Country

Friday November 15, 2019…. After a night of tossing and turning worrying about oversleeping and missing our pre-dawn departure to the Basque Country, we heard the alarm sound at 5AM. The thermometer read 8C, a chilly morning….I got in the hot shower to revive my tired body and made a cup of thick instant coffee.Continue reading “Chilled Whines and a Scary Costco in the Basque Country”

A Surreal experience between the city of Besalú and the Romans

On a chilly Friday morning, we walked to Barceloneta rail station and boarded the metro to Urquinaona. The forecast called for a 60% chance of rain. When we left the metro to walk to school, we were greeted with a cool stiff northwesterly breeze under still clear skies. Beth and I walked down Avenida TrafalgarContinue reading “A Surreal experience between the city of Besalú and the Romans”

Flags in the Cultural Landscape

I have always had an affinity for flags, not only for their bright colors, but for the meanings behind them. The specific term given to people such as myself is “ vexillologist”, a fancy name. I am cool with the more colloquial term “flag dude”. We study the meanings of the shapes and colors, andContinue reading “Flags in the Cultural Landscape”