You don’t know what you don’t know. We have lived in Colorado our entire lives and neither of us had visited the sand dunes. Now having been, it feels comparable to as if we had never skied or seen a concert at Red Rocks. It should be something you do when you live in Colorado.
Rio de Janeiro…say it out loud. Saying or hearing the name elicits an onslaught of meaning paired with sensual images of dancers with fast hips and tanned peoples on the beach in barely there swim suits. The name alone sounds like a song…
In the Pantanal, heavy rains spread out over a flat landscape, refilling and pooling each year to create the world’s largest wetland.
Brazil makes you want to keep your eyes open and take in every moment.
The Icelandic word for goodbye is bless. I just love it. Our trip to Iceland was enriching and indeed a blessing.
The morning after our night in Akranes was foggy, a night after too much wine foggy. Despite the late night, we decided to get an early-ish start to our trip to the Snaefellsnes Penisula, in western Iceland.
I love this part of trips, and by part I mean all of it except the return home. The prior day in Iceland had been plain BEAUTIFUL, yet we still had tracks to leave in the snow.
When there is real work to do it seems we pray for snow days even as adults.