So it’s December 31st and the final hours of 2017 are quickly tick-tocking by. In fact, London, England will ring in 2018 in slightly less than 3 hours from now. Of course, because of the space-time continuum, or perhaps time zones, this means that my year will be shorter than your year. Because that’s how…
Earlier today I watched as Corey disappeared behind the security barriers at Heathrow Airport on his way back home after spending two weeks with me, my brother Aidan, and his girlfriend Amanda as we toured across the United Kingdom. And only a few hours before he disappeared, we were both saying farewell to Aidan and…
For the last few days, we’ve been comfortably nestled in a small cottage in Gairloch, Scotland. We’ve slept late, we’ve lounged, we’ve gone for long walks along the rocky beach, we’ve napped, and we’ve watched countless hours of movies. There has also been scotch. All told, it’s been a rather fantastic Christmas getaway.
Before you get too excited, the Liverpool surprise had nothing to do with the Beatles. Nor did it have to do with us stumbling on a pool full of livers on our way to Scotland. It does, however, refer to how surprised I was by Liverpool.
We arrived in Swansea late in the afternoon on the 19th. It was mostly grey and rainy, and the line that delineated the air from the water had blurred such that the sea and sky were indistinguishable.
After spending several days exploring London, England, which included wandering the streets of Whitechapel retracing the path of carnage left by Jack the Ripper over a century ago, we packed our luggage into our rental car and began our trek to Swansea, Wales. Along the way we opted to stop at Stonehenge, and Bristol.
After a week in Quebec City taking part in the Arctic Change conference, I quickly sauntered back to Guelph to snuggle Elliott, do my laundry, repack my luggage, and return to Pearson International Airport with Corey. And after 7 hours strapped into a rather swanky shiny metal lawn dart, we safely arrived in London, England.
Well, I’m back at Pearson International Airport waiting to board another shiny metal lawn dart. In particular, this shiny metal lawn dart I’m about to board represents my 43rd for the year. My destination – Quebec City for the Arctic Change conference.
Never fear, this is not a post about the bloviating orange windbag that currently sits as leader of our neighbours to the south. It is, however, a post about something near and dear to me – travel.
After several rather long days, I found myself excited by the thought of pouring myself into bed on Thursday night. I went through my typical routine – brushing my teeth and whatnot – prior to actually sliding between the sheets into blissful oblivion. While normally I only require about 30 seconds before sleep takes me,…
Classes ended on Friday following twelve jam-packed weeks of conference travel, research trips, meetings, assignments, lab demos, and final presentations. Only a handful of things remain before I can formally pull the plug on this semester.