The lessons keep on…

It has been a month since our return from our 100 mile trek across the English countryside. Sometimes it feels like it has been years since we were there. We get back to life, chores, work, stuff and it takes effort to remember. At the same time, new thoughts still keep surfacing. Like I’ve been …

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Sometimes we do things we never thought possible.

It has been a full week since we've returned from walking. We are still motivated to walk, which feels great, even if our joints are still a bit "crunchy" from the long distance. I sure feel at ease with the 3-5 miles in the morning, which is pretty funny. We used to have to push …

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From rugged hills to city streets.

The last few days on London has provided a re-entry into the world, a lovely and colorful world where people scurry around with their roller bags and trainers, where cocktails are offered instead of lager and fries. Well, fries are still on every plate regardless of the menu. But everywhere you listen there are languages …

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The last day of walking: the melancholy and the celebration of it.

It’s hard to write this post. I keep starting and can’t keep on. There’s so much more to it than finishing a walk. And it is hard to compartmentalize it into paragraphs. Throughout the walk we’ve made friends on the trail, which has been a lovely lovely intimate connection with strangers. We’ve truly had an …

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Gates and cars. Cars. Gates. There’s really no connection.

It seems that we have a tradition, unspoken tradition, that when Ric and I travel, he photographs cars and I photograph some other random thing that strikes my interest. This trip has been no different. Somewhere something emerges as a trend, then I spend a lot of time regretting all the photos I missed before …

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