I’ve been on a wonderful trip half way around the globe from my home country of Canada. I have so much to share about all that I experienced, much of it quite joyful, some of it burdened with anxiety. Beyond the everyday madness, there are wars being waged and corrupt governments making choices that have…
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Oh the pastel streets of Old San Juan, Puerto Rico, charming barely describes it. As I wander down Calle San Miguel, I veer off toward the colourful residential streets away from the Malecon. That too is a sight, but wait till you hear these stories, all occurring in the pastel streets of Old San Juan.…
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Here’s the poem I told you about in my post on historical El Morro in Puerto Rico. As I rounded a corner on the Paseo del Morro I saw a man sitting on a bench underneath a beautiful old banyan tree. It looked like a Banyan tree to me. It seemed to me like he…
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The boat pulled into the dock revealing a sunlit morning, palm trees swaying in the light breeze and transparent turquoise waters clear as glass. “This is Bequia!” I thought, “Wow! I can’t believe I’m here!” I’d read about Bequia in a book called, Tales of Bequia by Thomas Carl Thomsen, while in my 20s, and…
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