Despite my ongoing interest in Buddhist life-philosophy, I’m not a religious person. But, it would seem that I had a most spiritual experience on Christmas Eve in Hautvilliers, a small village perched in the Champagne hillside immediately outside my better-half’s … Continue reading
What’s better than a pony? A pony WEARING A JACKET, of course.
Seeing that my life is now governed by the oh-so-many rules of the Swiss corporate world–including the dreaded…dun dun dun…dresscode (seriously the scariest term for an aggie), I decided to knit this sweater.
It’s only fair that I provide some explanation for my blogging inactivity over the last two-plus months. I knew that life was too good–hiking every days in the sheep-speckled hills with my loyal companion, Brix; reading and writing excessively; hitting … Continue reading
We finally made it, the endpoint of our destination to the elusive Roseland Peninsula near St. Maws/Falmouth/Truro, where Madonna is rumored to own a house a couple minute walk up the road from where we’re staying.
The short answer, it seems, is no one knows. On the road, we stumbled onto signs for the famed King Arthur’s Stone and did what any reasonable person would do: we followed them.
Our last morning in Treknow near Tintagel, we woke early and hiked down to Trebarwith Strand for the last time before heading onward.
Just to the west of Tintagel proper, through via the tiniest, windiest, one-lane (but two-way!) roads is one of the most picturesque parts of England I’ve witnessed yet.
In downtown Tintagel, we stayed in a dog-friendly pub, which was ideally situated a brief walk to the Tintagel Castle and zillions of the most spectacular cliff walks we’ve ever seen, in addition to a nice west-facing coastline ideal for … Continue reading
The first night of our forced homeless holiday, we stayed in the Jurassic Coastal village of West Lulworth, which was so twee and quaint, it looked like Hans Christian Andersen threw-up (I didn’t get a picture but, trust me, that’s … Continue reading
