If you follow the Corniche as far as you can along the sea, you come to a place called Les Goodes. It is here that the road ends east of Marseille, in this little fishing village on the sea where the urban sprawl cedes to the natural landscape. Mountains rise up behind the village and there are many paths for hiking. It’s easy to forget the bustle of the city walking in these hills that are just a few kilometers from the city center, but a world apart.
We went out there to explore yesterday afternoon, meandering up one of the trails that led to a cave in the rock face, a few hundred feet up from the sea. We stayed until the sun was low in the sky, before heading back down to the civilization that awaited us below.
An adopted dog, a new year, a trip to Guatemala. It's been a good year!
The dust and heat of the dessert were heavy, oppressive as we sped south in the car. I was immobilized in the passenger seat and Remi, more highly functional in the hot weather, was pretty much solo-piloting our southward road trip. Passing the border in Tijuana, things didn’t cool off much as we headed south down Baja California. The relentless movement of it: what were we running from? Or running to?
Things are in season, fresh, local. The vendors themselves are almost as colorful as their veggies, young and old. People from all over the place live in the city, and the accents you’ll hear are, like in much of the city, diverse.
I wanted to put down my bags (at least for a little bit), stop bopping around and feel at home, to create a space for myself. I searched and searched: for months it felt like I would never find what I was looking for!
A secret garden open to all in the midst of the urban jungle of Mexico City. Collectivity, cats, fresh produce for sale, good vibes and clean air.
From the ground, it’s easy enough to miss it entirely at first, but eventually the skyscrapers will draw your gaze upwards, and you’ll inevitably notice the sprigs of greenery sprouting above you in the midst of the concrete jungle. This is Highline, a 3-mile long park that’s been strung up so cleverly from the heights of the city.
A place of calm, artwork and introspection in the never-ending activity of one of the world's most iconic cities.
The World's Best Donuts, clear and cold waters, Lake Superior, and far-north living
Expansive wilderness areas, wild blueberries, canoe trips that last for an un-predetermined amount of time, pure nature, baby loons & more mosquitos than you'd ever hope to meet
If you head south from Ticonderoga towards the middle of Lake George, just off the shore there are a string of islands that are part of a public state park. In many parts of the lake the water is deeper than you can see, but here it becomes shallow and you can swim between the islands in the sheltered water.