The doctor suggested I take a statin. Hiking 85 miles through the Wicklow Mountains seemed a rational alternative. It wasn’t an ostrich response—not exactly. I just felt lifestyle should lead medication. I was less fit than I should be; this… Read More ›
We hear this a lot when we tell people we’re full time travelers. “Wow, you guys must be rich?” I’m not sure what part of “We sold what we owned, carry our possessions with us and lived for three months in… Read More ›
The village of Courtmacsherry–or Courtmac as it’s locally known–sits on the southern coast of Ireland in a region known as West Cork. It’s a small village: 600 residents, three pubs, two tearooms and one street. The mailman is an… Read More ›
If you’re like me, you built up your possessions over time—deliberately. I love to cook and bought a deep fryer for my once-a-year foray into fried zucchini blossoms, purchased the supplies to cross-stitch a Christmas stocking for each of our… Read More ›
Last May, I arrived in Paris with one suitcase large enough to transport Jimmy Hoffa’s body, a smaller and more practical backpack for everything which didn’t fit in the suitcase, and an even smaller–but highly impractical–computer backpack. (Impractical only because… Read More ›
The World In Between 