I was surprised to get a phone call from James this morning not 15 minutes after he’d left for work. “You have to get down here!” he said. Unused to such phone calls while he’s still in the midst of his morning ride, I was a little worried that something …
Of course: a magical combination of feeling disgruntled about work and reading a book about long-distance adventure has once more kindled the ever-flickering stasia wanderlust. (As if it’s not enough to have just gotten back from Puerto Rico…) * Hm. I’ve now tried a whole bunch of ways to explain …
Although I wish it weren’t, money is important to me. Not in the sense that I necessarily want to have a lot of it, but in the sense that I want to make sure I’m spending the little that I do make intentionally. Part of that is setting aside a …
One second you’re biking in flip flops along the Caribbean Sea… And the next you’re back in Portland slipping on the black ice on the way up to the zoo. Oh, the miracles of modern day travel:)
