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With a Rock and Stone: A Story about Malta’s Limestone Heritage I could not stop taking photos of the detailed limestone carvings. After my third or fourth question about the soft honey-colored rocks, my attentive guide made a phone call and added an unplanned stop to our itinerary. “I haven’t been here since I was …
Would it be awkward for me to come up to you on an airplane and ask to hold your crying baby? I mean I know that you don’t know me. But I’m melting over here into a puddle in 30D because your frazzled state is taking me back. I remember the sweating from the endless …
Oh Scotland in November. You are beautiful in your own way. Eeking out a few daylight hours between blankets of darkness. Misty walks among bare trees. Constant rain making the rivers flow hard and fast. Your autumn colors are all dark red browns painted between the evergreen. We race to stretch our legs during the …
A Walk in Meteora, Greece I would love to one day meet the free climbing monks who hauled stones in baskets to build monasteries on the tops of these otherworldly rock formations. I think they must have possessed a patience and determination that is practically nonexistent in today’s world. We wandered in their footsteps, through …
She’s Calling For Me There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who like to talk on the phone and those who don’t. I am one of the latter. Seriously, when text messaging was invented, I was like, “Where have you been all my life?” But my sister Anna? Well, she’s a phone …
Lying in bed shaking with fever. Wondering if I will ever get warm enough to fall asleep. Muttering feeble little prayers in the dark. Please Lord, help us to finish this. Help us to wake up and be able to walk tomorrow. From the onset of this two hundred mile journey, I tried to predict …
One of the great joys of walking the Coast to Coast with an extrovert was that we met tons of other people along the way. Diane was always willing to say, “Hello. We’re walking the Coast to Coast. How about you?” Endlessly enchanting in all her Southern charm, Diane has a beautiful gift of being …
Upon Arrival: Coast to Coast Lodgings Discovering our particular establishments among the small hotels and B&Bs in the villages along the Coast to Coast was like a treasure hunt waiting for us at the end of each day’s walk. When we arrived at our new place to sleep each night, we were usually greeted like …
I have always maintained that making it from Point A to Point B on a long walk is more of a mental game than an endurance test. Physical strength definitely comes into play, but I believe your mindset wins the day when it comes to covering the distance. Wainwright’s Coast to Coast is 196 miles …
Coast to Coast: Children Welcome We had been watching for them all day, expecting to glimpse them around almost every corner. My husband, Taido and the kids were joining us for the weekend. After five days and eighty miles, the distraction of their arrival was a welcome one, keeping my mind from focusing on the …
A voice came from the taller figure before we came around the fence. If we had known you were coming, we would have made you a cup. They were sitting with their backs to us on some old gate posts when we caught up to them, two older gentlemen, having tea. We had seen them …
Coast to Coast: Beginnings Rising to the Occasion A year ago I had never before heard the name of Alfred Wainwright, but I had recently met one of many great hillwalkers who have walked in his footsteps. Hillwalker was a term with which I was just beginning to become familiar, having previously only used the …
As I have been recapping my summer travels, you might have noticed that I skipped something when I went from Paris to our trip home through the Lake District. I skipped about four weeks that we spent in Switzerland. I have been saving it, holding it in my hands and heart like a precious gem, …
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A Story about Making New Friends “Hi, I’m Flea.” she said as she sat down next to me in the airport. “Hi! I’ve been so excited to meet you! I’m Alison.” “And this is Simon.” “Simon, can you say hello?” “Hi.” (small quiet voice) I’ve mentioned before that Simon and I are introverts. In fact …
A Story about the Man in Seat 68 If Kings Cross is the heaven of train stations, clean even when it is not serving as the setting for Harry Potter’s interlude between death and life, then Gare de Lyon is hell. Deceptively gorgeous from the outside, the inside is filthy and chaotic, more keenly felt …
A Story about Trying Something New Or alternately titled, Stepping into the Arena Once upon a time I stood up in front of people and made a fool out of myself. I’m not sure how else to put it. I acted (badly) in plays, I sang some especially mediocre ‘specials’ with my sister in church. …
A Story about Westminster Abbey She stood at the end of a row of empty seats, searching the arriving crowd with anticipation. She would wave when she saw them, familiar faces in the crowd of mostly tourists come to hear the Eucharist sung in one of the most glorious, most celebrated cathedrals in the world. …
Beauty from Ashes Twelve years ago today, we received one of those phone calls you never want to get. A family friend called from Switzerland to let Taido know that his father had tragically drowned trying to recover his daughter, Maya, who had also drowned. Maya, Taido’s half-sister, was five years old at the time, …
A Story about Yoga {On the Beach} It was that time of day when the light is so magical you can hardly bear to tear yourself away from staring at the horizon, except that there are young children with you who do not care about the color of the sky. They care about making it …