Wynwood Brewing beckoned us to the Wynwood area of Miami a few years back. As we walked away from the brewery towards a restaurant, we were surrounded by abnormal amount of unexpected color. Wynwood, a once worn-out warehouse district, has been coated with creativity. The large, bare walls and doors of warehouses have been resuscitated … More The Wynwood Arts District
The pedestrians spread across the intersection like a mass of balloons dropped on a tiny gymnasium floor. It was 8:30 a.m. when we stepped out of our Uber in Midtown Manhattan, and we had spent our first, post-LaGuardia hour creeping through the a.m. rush. But, really, how else should you interject yourself into a truly … More The Bigger City
NYC in January! Isn’t that everyone’s favorite time to visit? No? Well, that’s our plan, even if it was’t the original plan. My unfortunate stumble when buying concert tickets ultimately resulted in NYC show tickets rather than Vegas, but it’s no matter. I have visited New York only once, when I was a poor college … More Winter Wander-land: NYC, NY
‘”Not all those who wander are lost.” ~Tolkien I do not define travel as a list-building exercise where I keep track of states or countries or continents to boast about here or elsewhere. Nor do I believe travel only consists of crossing man-made geographic boundaries. I wander near and far, both mentally and physically, to … More Notched, Part 7: I Wander, but Why?
The trail changed from ankle-turning, edgy rocks, to soft sands either white or silver, to root-laden, hollow dirt paths, to patches of sole-sucking bog. Our scenery changed from dense forest to unusual ground-hugging vegetation, with wind-stripped pine trees jutting courageously out from high ground. The elevation changes, while noticeable, were not dramatic, and the rocks … More Dolly Sods, WV – A Day Hike
I learned to wake surf last summer, which seemed no small feat for someone with ground-only sports success and irrational fear of deep water. But I loved it, and my surf enthusiasm somehow spilled over to my reading list when I purchased Barbarian Days: A Surfing Life by William Finnegan. Of course, it pertains to surfing in the … More Tourist Hours: A Few Surfing Moments
We’re home. My house is eerily silent when compared to our Sayulita villa. The beach below was relentlessly besieged by Pacific swell, and the sound waves barreled upwards across the amphitheater-shaped hill through our bedroom windows: the ocean’s audio fireworks. I think I felt them, too. In between the booms, our ceiling geckos chirped warnings to their … More Sound (of) Waves