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
Transnistria is a breakaway territory in eastern Moldova and the Canadian government says is not overly wise venture this far. The United Nations doesn’t recognize it. Basically, if all hell breaks loose, you’re on your own. Upon entering Transnistria, you have to fill out some paperwork – basically the same form twice, one for you, one for the extremely cantankerous looking Russian military guy with a gun. It comes with a stern warning – you have 8 hours to visit, any longer and you will be arrested.
(Part Two of Three– there’s plenty to say about Moldova!) Moldova was an unexpected treat. A beautiful tryst that swept me off my feet when I wasn’t paying attention (I was distracted by the wine.) I’m prone to crushes when I travel – without fail, during each trip I am scooped up by two admirers – a man, and a … Read More
(Part One of Three– there’s plenty to say about Moldova!) I had a hunch when the itinerary said I’d be in a wine cellar at 9am the following day that this was going to be good. I had no idea. Welcome to Moldova. I’ll be honest – I had no idea what a Moldova was. A sweet dessert? An astronomical … Read More
Years before I made it to Scotland, I bought a giant guidebook hoping that it would inspire me to get there someday. I read that sucker cover to cover, highlighting, dog-earing, studying and memorizing every last detail. I knew which pub to haunt, which castle would haunt me, the creepiest graveyards to tiptoe through and the most frightening of catacombs … Read More
So a word about my mom. Ok, maybe a few words. My mom is not a traveler – which is entirely fine. Except when you try to travel with her, and you are like me, a well-seasoned traveler. (Some might say I’m a little impulsive, impatient and keep going until I collapse in exhaustion. They might be correct.) Our little … Read More
The rain drizzled as we approached the cemetery, the morning cold, bleak and dreary, yet the excitement and mystery that lay ahead of us was enough to keep me warm. We passed through the gates and looked for our first clue. I spotted it first, a green arrow, sprayed on the green path. We were on our way. Passing faded … Read More