Despite my best intentions and a lovely picture in my head of hopping around the globe with nothing but backpacks and a sense of adventure, not having a local “home” is rough. That $%^&# is hard work! If Thailand taught me 1 thing, it was that we need a base of operations. It could be...
“Ouch! Direct hit! Nailed me in the arm!” Me to Evie. We were in a game of dodgeball-lite, using little green apples we found on the beach. Me to Scott, “Incoming on your 8!” He narrowly avoided a lobbed apple from Jack. The beach is a 5-minute walk for our little rental in Holetown Barbados. ...
By the light of a cozy campfire I read out loud, “I started to run and found I couldn’t, because of the boulders; that made me frantic and I climbed over them like a cat and yelled and shouted and cried all the time. I yelled for my dad. I climbed up as high as...
Me, with increasing concern closing in on hysteria, “It’s in my pants…. It’s in my pants… IT is IN my pants…. IT’S IN MY PANTS!!!!” Jack turned to look at me, wide-eyed. In what is surely TMI, I have on occasion, been known to go commando… sans underoos. Never again. Tonight, I became a true...
Not all beaches in Thailand are created equal. Thanks to the country’s seriously strong marketing skills, I was under the impression that the southern part of Siam is covered in pristine white sugar beaches. That’s… not entirely accurate. Those ’10 out of 10’ beaches exist, sure. Just not where we were (giant black eels lurking in...