The Adventure Begins

After the travel-filled adventure that was last year, it’s hard to believe that it’s already the middle of January and I haven’t boarded a glorified lawn dart to be hurtled through space and time towards parts unknown.

My Life Is Weird II

Remember that time that I wrote about how my life is weird? Ya, well next week it gets even weirder. And I don’t mean weird bad, I mean weird good. As in, weird so good I’m doing a happy dance in my seat, grinning a grin that seems to want to break the boundaries of my…

The Year That Was

So there you have it, for the good and the bad, the weird and the wonderful, that was 2016. I’m not really sure how to measure this year. On one hand, the world seems like it might be teetering on the brink of some biblical post-apocalyptic nightmare that has begun with the rapture of celebrities,…

My Life Is Weird

There are days when I wake up and wonder to myself how I’ve managed to end up where I am. Don’t get me wrong; this isn’t a case of waking up with regrets, or not recognizing the work I put in to accomplish some of the things I’ve accomplished. It’s more the case that I feel I have…

A Third Of The Way To Malawi

In early August I returned from one of the most incredible adventures I’ve ever been on. After spending a month in Malawi and experiencing the incredible culture and people who call the Warm Heart of Africa home, I knew that I’d have to find a way to return. This, however, is not a post about my…

Eat Love And Eat A Lot

Tuesday last I boarded my 39th flight for the year, which for those of you who having been following along, made my wanderlusting self quite happy. This glorified lawn dart adventure was to return me home after spending almost a week in St. John’s Newfoundland & Labrador with a team of colleagues and students who…

A Summer By The Numbers

It’s been roughly a week since I returned home from an epic summer adventure that had me flying through numerous time zones, visiting multiple countries, and spending most of my time expecting to wake up from some fantastic dream. And while I’ve tried over the past 4 months to document my travels and the effect…

Between Breaths And Breathtaking Moments

Having arrived in Calgary, I spent the next two days and nights working on various projects and reports, and catching up with Rick. Our conversations shifted from adventures past, present, and future, to work, life, and our attempts at some sort of balance between the two.  Our time seemed to be divided between travel, bouts of…

Walking With Grumpus

After spending the better part of the morning and early afternoon sorting through the countless emails that greeted me when I woke up on Wednesday morning, Oliver and I decided to take some time to walk the famous Rigolet boardwalk. Despite the mountain of work I had to deal with, I reasoned that sometimes it’s…

The Land Below

I had a moment of panic when my plane began its descent on Monday after only 3 hours of flying time into St. John’s, Newfoundland & Labrador. I don’t know if it was the result of jet lag, my severe lack of sleep, my recent experience with flights lasting much, much longer than 3 hours,…

And Away Again

I spent much of Sunday doing the exact same thing I did on Saturday; chores and meeting up with friends that I’ve not seen in several weeks. It was a fantastic Sunday, culminating in an excellent BBQ filled with laughter, good food and drinks, and good friends.

What I Take With Me As I Leave

So here it is, my final day in Malawi. In a few short hours (1:40pm Friday afternoon, to be precise) I’ll be boarding the first of several glorified shiny lawn darts that will be launched through the air taking me away from Lilongwe, through Blantyre, Addis Ababa, Dublin, and finally Toronto on my long journey…

My Time In Paradise

I awoke Saturday morning feeling incredibly refreshed. I didn’t immediately bound out of bed, however. Instead, I stretched and yawned and enjoyed the comfort of the lower bunk as Dylan lay sleeping a few feet above me. Given the lack of movement in the cottage, I assumed that both Justeen and Jon were sound asleep…

From Barcelona To Xàbia

I’m currently sitting with a freshly brewed coffee listening to the Buena Vista Social Club soundtrack while looking out over the town of Xàbia, Spain and the Mediterranean Sea from our fantastic home-away-from-home on the hill.

Scotland – The Land Where Scotch Grows II

A few days ago I began the tale of our grand adventure in Scotland, also known as the Land Where Scotch Grows. However, after yesterday’s visit to the beaches of Normandy I wanted to write that post while the experience was still fresh in my memory.