The Grass is Always Greener on the Other Side of the Olive Grove

We landed in Cyprus in late October.  Though the blistering heat of summer had mellowed somewhat, there was plenty of evidence of those scorching months in the parched landscape that greeted us; a dead and withered view that stretched from the airport into the capital.  Beige and olive drab and lifeless. Honestly, it could have…

Traveling Circuses

Pack.  Unpack.  Repeat. As I prepare for yet another move, living among boxes and bubble wrap, it occurred to me that I’ve become very adept at packing.  And unpacking.  Not only are there the BIG moves, the ones involving shipping containers and lost-at-sea insurance premiums, but there are the little moves in between and lots…

The Mixed Up Chameleon

The other day my husband commented on how impressed he was that I ride my bike in the rain. “Well,” I said, “we’re in Denmark, that’s what you do here.”  Dramatic pause.  “I’m adaptable.” In fact, I’m so freakin’ adaptable that I’m practically a chameleon.  Like walking, talking camouflage.  Plonk me down and I’ll change…