There are some days you wake up with that feeling, an itch in your legs that urges you out. I grew up in some wild areas so there were abundant green patches or mountains available and close by; over the years habits form, but scenery changes and Sunday I found myself with that itch, in the midst of my urban jungle. I knew where I wanted to go. Norte Dame de la Garde is perhaps the highest point of all Marseille, with a 360 degree view of the whole city; it dwarfs even the tallest of the city's few skyscrapers. The sea is to the south and the mountains rise up on all sides, so that the city sits in a little basin, its urban sprawl halted at the base of these rising mountains.
As I departed from the Vallon des Auffes next to the sea, I knew I had a climb ahead but I couldn't tell exactly which of the winding side streets would take me to the destination. I climbed and climbed, to come to a descending staircase with ivy growing from the roofs of surrounding houses and courtyards. These neighborhoods are so close, yet entirely new to me. Finally over a little wall, the church reappeared and I found the staircase that led straight to the summit. From the top, I had a seagulls-eye view of the whole city, spreading out around me on all sides.
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.