Don’t ignore where the waves have borne you . . .
Author Archives: Coastal Typist
Piac.
The word means market . . .
Japan.
Japan . . .
Eve.
Piping hot cabbage rolls – bacon, hot Hungarian smoked sausage included It is the day before Christmas Eve. Twenty-third. And what are we all up to? Well, as of this moment we have some version of A Christmas Carol movie a-playing in the background. Some version of muted holiday tunes a-tuning in the background fromContinue reading “Eve.”
Label.
So next time when you shop . . .
Kale.
“No, not the veggie.”
Szeged.
“–what’s travel without a few snaps?”
Arrival.
So where to begin? I loved it. I love to travel. We took our trusty ferry across to Vancouver and made way to our airport hotel. The idea was to rest up the night before our flight. The hotel and sleep were divine. Now, interestingly, what have we found regarding children and travel? I wouldContinue reading “Arrival.”
Countdown.
We have finally arrived–or are rather close to it: departure. It is an amazing feeling to say that. How to express it? Maybe like when you play Monopoly and you know that on your next turn if you roll exactly the right number you get to buy that elusive property that will win you theContinue reading “Countdown.”
Itinerary.
We live, we work, we play. At least that is what it feels like some days. And there’s nothing wrong with that. The trick, we often hear, is to do something that you love. Well, I’m still figuring that part out. One thing I know I love is travel. These days working and reworking theContinue reading “Itinerary.”
The Traveller's Typewriter 