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Iceland in February

After a steaming shower, I exited the changing room and looked out onto the vast, geyser-fed Blue Lagoon. It was dotted with swim-up bars, heads peaking out of steam, and glowing blue light. I got a push from the wind to ease into the hot water and...

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Hiking back from the top of the glacier, with another blizzard off to our right.

The wind was storming through town, blowing the still falling snow into piles that were quickly redistributed by the next gust. Dark outside at 9 a.m., we walked like we were on a tight...

The Secret Lagoon, along the Golden Circle, was the first outdoor public pool in Iceland. It is fed by a geyser with the water entering the pool just below boiling.

Icelanders are quirky; their sense of humor subtle. They brag that the only crime in Iceland is the occas...

    On our way home from the airport during the summer heat, my husband and I were stopped by an unexpectedly long line of cars at the Hot Springs and Olive Mill intersection. Trucks clogged the roads; noise filled the streets, and rock piles spotted the empty lots. Se...

The railing along Olive Mill Road was gone. When we biked through the mud to get there, I asked Geoff where we were; I saw a river that looked like the Mississippi to me. He said that is the 101 freeway.

This is my story of the Montecito mudslide. Although I experienced...

                                                                                          Subway map with our approximate location....

When last I wrote, I was hoping to find focus as a writer in a week of walking the Northern Route of the Camino de Santiago.

The Camino logo and location of the Cantabrian Mountains in northern Spain, courtesy Wikipedia.

No one day stands out. They were all 8-10 hours of...

No, we are not sick of traveling. No, we are not sick of each other. No, we aren't anxious to get home. We are afraid of going back.

Travel is about exuberance. A day you planned to do nothing more than go to a different part of Istanbul for lunch turns into a Turkish f...

Some days when you travel around the world you have to do the hard work of actually traveling. That's right, we don't spend all of our time lounging around Turkish gulet, drinking double gin & tonics starting at 11 am. Today we had to leave paradise, the Mare Norstrom,...