Don’t Blame Iceland
Yes, I got sick on our trip to Iceland. Yes it was a flu, a bad one, and it evolved into pneumonia. Yes, I’ve been on my butt for the past week or so. But don’t think that it’s the fault of our destination. …
Yes, I got sick on our trip to Iceland. Yes it was a flu, a bad one, and it evolved into pneumonia. Yes, I’ve been on my butt for the past week or so. But don’t think that it’s the fault of our destination. …
If I had unlimited funds, and no need to work, I would travel, travel and travel. To me, travel means exploring and finding out where the locals spend their time. Avoiding tourist traps as much as possible. Visiting museums and finding out-of-the-way places to stop and look around. And without fail, every time I come home, I’m more grateful about life in Canada. …
When I booked our trip to Iceland, it seemed such a long time off. But, as it tends to happen, it’s suddenly almost upon us. We leave later this month. But here’s the sticky-wicket we find ourselves in. …
We’re going to Iceland! I’m as surprised as you are. It’s not a destination I’ve ever considered, and yet, there I was, booking the trip for next February. …
It happens every year: I get spring fever. Â …
There were Elvi – the plural of Elvis. There were gamblers and drunks and hookers and sugar daddies and Lamborghinis and whoo-hooo girls and guys out on a tear. That’s Las Vegas for you, but it’s not the Vegas we went to see over Christmas. …
Here we are, the end of June, and that happened in a blink, didn’t it? The speed with which life throws itself behind us as we get older, has irked me for years. So I went to Mr. Google and read the research of scholars and psychology experts linked to respected schools and organizations. …
We are off to parts known but not revealed until next week! …
I’ve long described myself as claustrophobic but I seem to be getting better at handling it. …
Boy oh boy, some people have too little to think about. Â …
We have mused and fantasized about owning an RV or trailer for as long as we’ve been together. Â …
On my plane ride to Calgary my seatmate, a man who had retired at 27 and somehow escaped without me strangling him in a jealous rage, said “You HAVE to go to the Columbia Icefield!” Â Apparently it has receded tremendously in the decades since I last saw it. I vividly recall running toward the plain of ice and recoiling in horror as a stranger next to me suddenly began urinating on its edge. Â …
We stayed at a Comfort Inn last weekend and we usually have a next-to-ideal experience for the dollar. It’s no Ritz but it’s clean, comfortable and in Newmarket’s case, freshly renovated. But there’s a trend I’ve noticed in these mid-range hotels and consider me unimpressed. Â …
We took the Rambler out for a drive yesterday. Â Destination: Bayfield. Â She performed well although her dashboard light has decided to conk out. Â Good thing we got home before dark. Â …
NASCAR. Â Live and in person. Â Michigan International Speedway. We have pit passes and our favourite drivers, #99 Carl Edwards (mine) and #48 Jimmie Johnson (Derek’s) will be there and are at risk of being stalked in a friendly way! Â …
I’ve been spending an awful lot of time on this website lately, moving the oldest posts to the new overflow site (http://lisabrandt.weebly.com/) and getting rid of photos that are no longer relevant or necessary. Â …
Beautiful! Gorgeous! Â Unique! Â I met a woman in Sedona who was from London, England. Â She planned to travel around the world but when she got to Sedona she decided she didn’t need to go any further. Â That was six years ago and she has no regrets. Â It’s that wonderful. Â …
The Grand Canyon. Â What’s the big deal? So it’s a giant hole made by millions of years of erosion by the Colorado River. Â But like everything legendary I’ve seen from the Las Vegas Strip to the Eiffel Tower, pictures do not do the Grand Canyon justice. It really is an amazing phenomenon. Â …