I can’t do this. I can’t. I’m whispering to myself while surveying my surroundings. The more I take in the more I am ready to scream or possibly bolt, but instead...

Looking forward, yet heading back.  The feeling of dread burned deep.  Like the moment a mountaineer reaches the summit, only to turn around and face the harder challenge…getting down. Our descent...

“So…which direction do you wanna go?”  I ask Colin as I dig around the french fry bag hoping for the last few that might have fallen out of the red cardboard...

The tea kettle starts to whistle and I begin pouring hot water over ground coffee.  The morning air is already warm but our camper is under the shade of this wonderful...

Before logging the first mile in our trip book, we logged several hours on vehicle research.   Like meeting your soulmate, some travelers know from the minute they start planning what...

We have learned something about ourselves and the people in the U.S.  It happened after spending two months in Mexico, a couple weeks in Guatemala and traveling further into Central America....

Vines hang like thick ropes tangled and twisted over branches and around the trunks of almost every tree. The air is sticky and warm.  The sun can’t seem to break through...

There’s an orchestra playing just beyond my window.  The sounds become more intense as the conductor rises in this early morning hour.  A single rooster crows,  a few black birds take...

This is the only phrase I can remember from a few months of Rosetta Stone…the Spanish version.  I know that I retained a few more phrases, but hearing the words come...