I always feel that a place is truly defined by its food because, in the words of Cesar Chavez, “the people who give you their food, give you their heart.”
Whenever I told anyone back home in Oz that we were coming to Canada for Christmas, they all said the same thing. “Wow, you’ll have a white Christmas!” I didn’t exactly say “Bah, humbug”, but I did perhaps say “well, maybe – if it doesn’t rain.
I’m standing all alone in an empty schoolyard, well, all alone except for a little dog. It’s cold. Where is everyone? Anyway, more about that later.
Where do squirrels go in winter? Their legs are really small, so there’s no way they can head all the way to Florida to sit on the beach sipping tiny cocktails, with even tinier paper umbrellas.
Those who have travelled with us know that our mantra is “nobody gets left behind.” Well, not until today.
Air travel is full of mystery ….I’m talking about some of the really BIG questions of life.
A short drive north from Surfers Paradise will land you right in the middle of theme parks with roller coasters, artificial wave pools and people dressed to look like movie stars. A short drive south, and you find yourself in part of the coast that time seems to have passed by – Burleigh Heads. We went south.
Every time I arrive in the Lao PDR, or Laos to its friends, I’m amazed by how rapidly things change in this truly developing nation.