The idea of exploring Oregon in the summer has been hanging in the air for a
while now. So far we’ve gone up North only once, in the wintertime. This year
the summer here in California is exceptionally hot and dry, so having gotten
tired of yellowish-brown grass on
Among all of Mother Nature's wonders which California presents to her visitors
and locals, the weather is definitely worth mentioning. Especially for visitors,
who oftentimes descend from their plane wearing shorts or a sundress and at most
carrying one or two warmer garments in their suitcase. I would
It's been exactly four months since we started living under the "shelter in
place" order... Fortunately, the "place" now is not limited to one's home, so
one can jump into the car and push the pedal to the metal. Without breaking the
Traveling light is more than ability to pack all your clothes in one small
carry-on. It's about what we take and what we leave behind the moment when door
is closed and our feet are set on the path to the car, airport, or train
station. It does
Before my first trip to Italy, I read a lot of articles: how to order food, how
to be polite, and so on. From many textbooks and blogs I also learned that under
any circumstances, even if you are dying from thirst and hunger, you should
never ever order a
In late June, our family went to Florence. Midsummer heat had not covered the
city with a heavy hot and humid blanket yet, but we could feel it creeping
around the corner, coming soon. We spent a couple of nights in a hotel,
converted from an old residential building. In
Water pours down from the night sky as if from a shower faucet. We're standing
on a narrow wooden balcony, arms outstretched with kitchen pots, collecting
water for tea. The plumbing in the house has broken down. Heavy drops fall into
the pots with a loud “ding!”, playing
I like to travel. In fact, sometimes it comes to my mind that while traveling,
I feel somewhat more alive than when I am at home. (Not that I do not like my
home, I do!) Maybe it is an unpredictability that drives me into it. Or, maybe
my distant
