I’m not really sure why I just heard about this, but it has recently made it onto my radar that a company in the Netherlands is recruiting volunteers to help colonize Mars. I gather they made some kind of announcement in January and then started actively advertising that they wanted volunteers in April. And thousands of people have already applied.
First those little robot vacuums and now this? I think we can safely say we live in the future, my friends. Continue reading →
I went traveling again, chickens. And I went alone.
One of many gorgeous buildings in Charleston
I haven’t traveled alone in quite a while, to be honest. My husband is my usual travel partner and I intersperse that with occasional short trips with a friend or my mother. A ten-day trip by myself though, it’s been a while. And it’s a whole other kettle of fish. But there’s something to be said for that kettle.
When you are alone, there is no one to consider but yourself. You don’t have to make any compromises whatsoever. You can make plans for the day and then break them for no other reason than that you just don’t feel like it anymore. And you don’t have to feel bad that someone is going to be disappointed about that. You can unilaterally decide where and when to eat, what side of the street to walk on, and when to have naps. (I love my naps.) It’s kind of wonderful.
When you are in a long-term relationship, there is also the side benefit of having a chance to miss your partner. I don’t think the loveliness of a reunion after a week or two apart can be overstated.
In case you’re wondering, I went to Charleston and Savannah. I understand that these are major tourist destinations for Americans, but here on the West coast of Canada, when I told people where I was going, they all said something along the perplexed lines of, “Huh. I don’t know anything about those places. Do you have family there? No? How did you pick that?” And I can’t say I even had a satisfactory answer. The truth is that I thought Charleston sounded like an interesting name and when I looked it up on the internet, it looked pretty. And I figured that while I was in that neck of the woods, I might as well go to Savannah too, because it was close and I had also heard of it. Continue reading →
So. I don’t think I told you that I’m going to Mexico.
Tomorrow morning. Bright and early. Or, actually, dark and early, because I have to be at the airport by 4:30 am at the latest. But who cares; I’m going to Mexico. In November, which everyone knows is the second most depressing month of the year. I suppose it’s patting myself on the back, but it’s also honest to say that this was excellent planning, time-wise.
Mexico is a home of my heart. Continue reading →
I never showed you my Morocco photos, did I? Well, here they are. Mostly Marrakech, a bit of Tangier.
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Granada is very photogenic, as evidenced by the fact that I took about six bazillion photos there. (You are getting a brutally edited version, partly because I don’t want to bore you with all my holiday snaps and partly because I do not have the patience to wait for them all to upload.)
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And right next to Tarifa on the list of places I’d never heard of but am really glad I went anyway is Ronda. Like with everywhere else in Spain, apparently, Ronda has a beautiful old town. What sets it apart though, is the massive canyon running through the centre of town. Continue reading →
(Part 1, part 2, part 3, and part 4 if you want to read these in order.)
Have you ever even heard of Tarifa? I shall assume that like me before I went on this trip, you have not. It never ceases to amaze me when I discover something lovely or great or special that I have never even heard of. It’s a big world out there, I guess.
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(Here are part 1, part 2 and part 3, if you missed them.)
What can I tell you about Cadiz? Well, it is very old. Europe’s oldest city, actually. When we were leaving Seville and deciding where to go next, we asked the desk person at our hotel and he recommended it: “Cadiz is quiet and small, but is very very charm.” With a review like that, how could we not go? Continue reading →
You can read part 1 here and part 2 here.
Well. Seville. Seville is significant to me for being the only place I’ve ever been where someone put a ball of vanilla ice cream in my gazpacho. Because of this alone, I will always have a soft spot for Seville. However, this city has much more to offer than creative uses of dairy products. Continue reading →
(You can read Part 1 here.)
If you enter Cordoba by train, do not let the walk into town fool you. We did this. We left the train station and headed in the direction that the information people said was centre. There is a very nice park that you follow to get there, but otherwise, the city — while pretty — is not the most inspiring thing you will hope to see in Spain. And after coming from Toledo, we were a little let down. But folks, stick with Cordoba, because in the middle of this city is the old city and the old city is gorgeous! (I’m sure there is an excellent moral here about first impressions, but I don’t think I’ll pursue it.) Continue reading →