Travel is a constant conversation piece in my world. If I hear that planes, trains and automobiles are your go-to to get away, you basically have an instant best friend in me.
Just like that, the summer has passed us by. Labour Day long weekend has come and gone and the kids are settling into a new school year.
It’s not a painful bite. In fact, it’s a bite you might not even notice at first. But once you have it, the symptoms stay with you forever. Ask anyone who has been bitten and they’ll tell you when and where it happened.
“You’re going where?” “What on earth is a blue footed boobie?” “You’re spending how much for one week away?”
A dusty red haze hangs in the rays of the rising sun. The empty chill of a barren night is stolen by the yellow heat of the day. The colours of red dust and rock change as shadows slink across the landscape.
I’m sure we all know that your calendar can be used to set a reminder fifteen minutes before the event. However, if you add the location of where you’re supposed to be, your phone will actually detect how long it will take you to get th