Holy moly was China ever cold. So, so cold. My first day there, my tour guide looked at what I was wearing and said she didn’t think I’d be warm enough. I was wearing all the usual winter clothes: knit hat, scarf, gloves, boots, and heavy wool coat. I laughed it off. I was born … Continue reading On the Twelfth Day of China: Not Just Cold, China Cold
As we lower onto the December-cold pleather seats of the minivan, we knock hands: both of us reaching to turn on the other's seat warmer first.
I love Quebec. Well, Montreal that is. Quebec City is lovely and I'm sure the rest of Quebec is too, but Montreal has my heart. It is almost the perfect city. First, it's bilingual, and as I've written about before, I have a passion for languages. I love the idea that you can be walking down … Continue reading Quebec
After receiving just .05 inches of rain in September, our compound is now enclosed in a dense fog the likes of which I have never seen in Colorado. If it weren’t for the song birds and the chattering, clucking, and tisking of the black squirrels, I would feel a bit weirded out being up here … Continue reading Two Months in the Mountains: Summer is Over