"There are no signs anywhere!" the woman from Belgium will say. This is when you'll realize the reason why you've been so confused the entire time since landing. There are no signs anywhere.
Tag: travel
Vocalese and changes of plan
A shame-based tenor started up in my mind. What do you think you’re doing, trying to live this way. There I go, there I go, there I go, there I go.
Piz Buin Nostalgia
That’s the strange thing: why the scent of this suntan lotion on this beach is giving me a sad longing for the summer of 2019, when it might just as easily trigger a happier memory of this past summer.
What I do for a Living
Earlier this month, I reduced my essential possessions to 23 kg plus carry-on and resumed a pandemic-friendly version of my old nomadic way of life. I'm cat sitting in a neighbourhood of Toronto I've never seen before. Just walking the block around my building, I'm feeling the lights come back on in corners of my… Continue reading What I do for a Living
A Dubious Guide to Europe’s Beachknitting Venues
Having spent a fair share of time knitting on a beach in Nerja this week, I've been reflecting on the many beaches I've knit on over the past few years, and the unique features of each. Here's my unscientific and not-very-extensive roundup of the standout beach-knitting venues I have encountered. Ramsgate, England: Good people, gangster… Continue reading A Dubious Guide to Europe’s Beachknitting Venues
Mind Now 