Going Wild in Hope – Canada
As we watch our host climb back up the steep path to the main house, followed by a menagerie of one dog, three cats and two chickens, Nanette comments – “Maybe she is trying to kill us after all.”
As we watch our host climb back up the steep path to the main house, followed by a menagerie of one dog, three cats and two chickens, Nanette comments – “Maybe she is trying to kill us after all.”
“These airport lounges are just too comfortable”.
When I hear these words, I look around to see if I can catch a glimpse of this obviously over privileged traveller. Then – I realise with horror that – it was me!
I only have two jobs when we travel – well, I reckon one out of two really isn’t that bad
“Well,” she had said, “my cousin Leroy went to Osoyoos back in ‘98. He said the hardware store is way popular with them tourist fellers.” We decide that, if it’s good enough for Cousin Leroy, it’s definitely worth a try.
It’s only cold until the rain starts, then it’s cold and wet.
There are three kinds of logic I don’t understand. They are, of course, the logic of the guy in Pittsburgh who believes he is a dog – governments – and my darling wife. Actually, I sort of understand the dog guy, but the other two are a constant mystery. As you may know, after two years of…
A wise man once said, “you only travel as far as you wish to go.” His wife said, “unless I decide otherwise.”
Way back in the silent movie days, theatre crowds roared with laughter at the antics of the Keystone Cops, a group of wildly incompetent policeman whose signature move was to run crazily back and forth, never catching the rather likeable bad guys. Today was a bit like that.
“You’re going where?!!” We look at the shocked, sceptical looks on our friends’ faces
To quote the old Irma Thomas song, you don’t miss a good thing until it’s gone.