I love airports. I know, I’m a little weird that way. Most people I know dread them. They even avoid faraway trips because of the added airport time it requires. The long line ups, the delays, the gates with too few seats, and the sinful price of a quick meal. I get it, but I’m still a fan – because … Read More
I really don’t know why I do this to myself, but if you’ve been following along on this wee blog, you’ll see I have a tendency to do things that will scare the bejesus out of me. Whether I’m climbing cliffs with no strings attached or splashing about in class 5 rapids in Uganda, it would seem I’m an adrenaline … Read More
Dear American Friends, I’ve been thinking… you may be looking for a wee escape. The sort of escape that lasts a few years. Like four years. A mass exodus happens from time to time, as people need to flee horrible and frightening things. Hurricanes, locusts, disturbing men with inconceivable hair… To that end, in our traditionally Canadian way, I would like to politely … Read More
I once read an article about us selfish westerners traipsing all over the world with our ‘do good’ intentions merely to parachute into a destitute area, offer up some colonial style assistance, grab that all important selfie of us saving the world yet again, and jet home feeling like a modern day hero. Whether those that are left behind have … Read More
First of all, don’t do this. I am a lunatic and tend to push myself farther than any good sense allows. I am stubborn and I don’t know any better. Do not do Cape Breton Island quickly. Allow yourself time to discover all the nooks and crannies of this beautiful isle, the easternmost section of Nova Scotia. Hike many trails, … Read More
I didn’t mean to gloat as I drove down the highway, but some things can’t be helped. A sea of cars crept along, inch by inch making their way to their destination, faces pressed against the windows in agony. These poor souls were northbound. I may have been a bit giddy as I flew by them in the opposite direction, … Read More
Often when I share my travel plans with others, there is some sort of remark along the lines of “why would you want to go there?” or “you’re going to die!” It was of no surprise when Colombia garnered the same sort of reaction. Add to that the “you’ll end up kidnapped” and “you’re going to become a drug mule” … Read More
So, we’re all friends here, right? I mean, I tell you about deeply personal things like falling in love, or being infested by monsters. You’ve even seen a photo of my panties. And you keep showing up, tolerating my endless rambles. (Thank you!) I think we might be there – that point where I can trust you with one of … Read More
I am a heathen. I haven’t done the church thing since the days when my mom would haul my brother and I off to Sunday school so she could get a reprieve from lego wars and tinker toy battles. I’m not opposed to church going – I mean, who doesn’t love a good sing along while sitting on excruciatingly painful … Read More
Close your eyes for a second, and picture Ethiopia. What did you see?
I bet you three bucks you’re wrong. I’m willing to wage such high stakes given all the people that scrunched up their faces and went “Really, why would you want to go there?” as if I had blurted out that I wanted to visit downtown Baghdad. And I get it, I really had no idea what Ethiopia was either. I had the Bob Geldof songs in my head from the Live Aid efforts in the 80s, I’d seen the heartbreaking charity commercials that make you uncomfortably change channels. Dry, dusty, dismal.
Despite my impression of Ethiopia, I was still desperately curious and inexplicably smitten. Ethiopia had been whispering my name for years. I can’t explain it – my travel cravings have always been based on a gut feeling colliding with my insatiable curiosity. I just knew I had to see it.