Amy waited all day in Gas Town for the money transfer to come through, seeing sights that made her head spin. Men dressed as women. Gay lovers. Protests of every sort. The needle and the damage done.
We're here for a good time Not a long time So have a good time The sun can't shine every day... ~Trooper
We were spending all kinds of time together, working and exploring Europe but, it wasn't turning into romance. So, I did something about it...
My son and his shipmates walked down the plank and aboard the ship as the Indigenous girl sang a sweet sad song of good-bye. As she beat her skin drum the tears streamed down my face. 'Come home to us', I prayed.
We sat on the ancient stone steps in the early morning and watched in fascination as the pilgrims bathed in the holy black waters of the Ganges.
Our stay in the paradise of West Bay, Roatan gets a little scary when our four-year old gets sick….
We regretfully leave our sweet cabana on Roatan for a day of overland travel on ferry, chicken bus and taxi to find a sweet hostel with a peaceful and friendly courtyard in Granada, Nicaragua...
Guatemala was all colour. We were agog at the tapestries hanging two and three deep on each side of the main street as we arrived in Panajachel. We spent one day just walking around and looking at all the beautiful crafts. We bargained for tapestries and later, met a guy heading home to London, Ontario. [...]
With a golden handshake from IBM we embark on a four month backpacking trip in Mexico and Central America...with four-year old Leo...mostly amazing