The day starts with the sound of wheels skipping over cobblestones and the gravelly voices of lifetime smokers greeting each other by...

Like every gardener, I was chomping at the bit all winter to get my hands in the dirt. Being stuck at home for so much of the past year...

I find the Acadian accent impossible to nail down. All the Ay sounds (like fête) become Eu (feute). That’s as far as I’ve gotten. I get...

Driving back from Kegaska, I kept looking for THE spot. Someplace I could get up high and do a 360 and really take in just how vast and...

The soil isn’t soil. It’s sand. The texture of breadcrumbs. A very fine layer of topsoil perches atop it. Not even topsoil. It’s moss....

The sun was out today and i was on my knees in the dirt trying to get my flower beds into shape. I was digging around what’s left of the...

We leave peaceful Macheros after saying our goodbyes to the ladies, to Joel, to the quiet of the mountain top and hop in a taxi that has...

We jump on a bus in Zihuatanejo. It’s an Ultra which means a seat that reclines, a footrest that goes up, personal TV and a little snack...

We are approached by Diego in the Zihuatanejo marina. He offers us an excursion. A little fishing, a little snorkelling, early lunch at...

Back to my favourite activity: chatting with taxi drivers. Miguel brings us to the airport for our short hop to Zihuatanejo. He tells us...

It’s like we never left. The flight was full with almost entirely Mexicans. We arrived on Christmas night and the streets were empty and...

Colourful towns strung along the shores. Steeples and silos the only things vertical. Wil wonders what the first peoples' reactions would...

Athens is empty in July and August, George tells us. We are here on a Sunday and there aren’t even any cars on the highway. Four lanes...

The drive from Athens to Kardamyli provides a glimpse of the horror of the wildfires. Whole sides of hills charred, the trees skeletal...

We attempt to go to the Diros Caves but arrive at 10 (after the tour buses) and are told that there is at least a two hour wait for the...

The road takes us up the eastern slopes of sharp hills, cypress dark green arrows pointing skyward. We pass through the lovely village of...

The feeling doesn’t change when we see the house we have been invited to share. Stone walls with grey-green shutters, everything else...