The Beaverdam Cabin, where we retreated, is part of Green Gables Restaurant & Huddleson Court, so after a cozy night’s sleep under the eaves of the cabin roof, we’d lace up our boots and take a quick stroll to breakfast, where the fire was already crackling in the large hearth. The old stone, the warm wooden tones, the puzzle in progress, the play of light and shadows, and the general stillness set such a peaceful tone to the morning.
When I first began to travel in earnest, I was the portrait of a Type A personality- detailed plans, agendas, and mapped out routes, followed by lengthy journal entries documenting the excursions. I exuded the general enthusiasm and promptness of a cruise director paired with the quiet observation patterns of an anthropologist. Time and experience (and mostly the nation of… Keep Reading
He pushed his hands against the table, and his chair slid backward, as if the growing space between him and the table would somehow create more room in his stomach. “I guess it didn’t help that we started the day with champagne,” he said, explaining the slowed pace of his Thanksgiving consumption. “Why did you have champagne?” his older brother… Keep Reading
I closed Instagram. Instagram with its beauty and inspiration and mindless scrolling. Instead, I finally braced myself for the news- those stories I had been keeping safely at my periphery, understanding the gist but not digesting the magnitude. Oh the painful symbolism of oppressed natives while the rest of us feasted on plump turkeys and ate gluttonously on potatoes and… Keep Reading
Horrible grocery store General Tso’s chicken. An unearthed stone boob (most likely a relic from an ancient South American society). Assorted architectural tools and a wooden acoustic speaker. What do these three items have in common? They are all things my friends and I have stolen! Shhhh…. don’t tell our parents, border control or my graduating class. Each of us… Keep Reading