Paradise
As I stand in the sticky, morning furnace air, fresh off an air conditioned night train, I can still longingly imagine the gentle sway of the ocean. After a ferry, bus and night train, all of which were delayed by Read more …
City of Angels
Moisture saturated the tiny window holes of the plane as dawn cracked over the horizon, at first giving my Canadian eyes the decieving impression of frost. But there is surely no such thing here. Rather, it was a taste of Read more …