I spent three and a half months in South America in 2003. I travelled south from Rio to the tip of Argentina at Ushuaia, then back up the other side through Bolivia and Peru to Quito in Ecuador.
One of the best quarter years of my life. We saw glaciers, icebergs, rainforest, beach, waterfalls, fjords, tropical parrots, llamas and Incan ruins. Ate guinea pig and drank mojitos.
And one of the songs I heard repeatedly over that time had the above line.
“This life is more than just a read through” – quote from Red Hot Chilli Peppers. Continue reading →
Those of you reading this in the UK know that we have had more rain this summer than the last 150 years. Or is it since records began? A long time anyway!
Friends have talked of frustration or even anger at the ‘bad’ weather. They haven’t been able to plan outdoor activities and go for walks or cycles without the risk of getting wet. They haven’t seen a lot of sun.
My response to the weather this year has been to be intrigued. It has been very, very wet. And there has been very little sun. And I find myself wondering what next – could there be snow even? Without meaning to, I have adopted a Zen-like acceptance towards British weather this summer. Or, to switch religions, ‘everything works together for good’. Continue reading →
I am someone who plans. I like to know what my social arrangements are for the next week or three. I like to book up to see plays at the theatre months in advance. I like to have lunch plans, brunch plans, going to see friends plans. I even like to plan when I am going to relax. I like to have a full diary.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve been experimenting with a new way of living – not planning. Continue reading →