Here is my favorite photo of the my trip to India. It may not be the best photo in a technical sense, but it best captures the spirit of my work as a fifth grade teacher at a tiny village school in Himachal Pradesh. In the background you can see the other fifth grade teacher, […]
[Here’s a draft I started writing in January, just after we returned from England, and then let collect Internet dust until now. I have tried to remember our trip accurately, but I’m sure I’ve forgotten lots of the details. Anyway, better late than never, right?]
Preserved here before I forget the whole dialogue, all of which has been translated into English.
“You’re going to the Reserve–” I started to ask one of the three men hanging around the dock in Porto. I had planned on finishing my sentence with of Scandola and the village of Girolata today at 9:30?, but one of […]
We have returned from Corsica. We went hiking every day, tried regional specialties like brocciu and vin de myrthe, stuck our feet in the Mediterranean, met local characters on the bus and saw hundreds of lizards. It was great.
The rest of my pictures are on flickr, as usual, and Joe’s will be available once he goes […]
Joe and I went to Grenoble for our long weekend. There was snow, as you can see, so Joe’s desire to hike in a snowy forest was finally satisfied. We hiked up to a river called–no joke–La Pissarde. There were waterfalls and snowballs.
Other moments:
(1) Tartiflette followed by chocolate fondue at La Fondue. […]
So last Wednesday, having just barely unpacked from Morocco, we threw some long underwear in our backpacks and rushed to the train station in the grey drizzle. (Somehow, we almost always end up rushing to the train station, no matter how well we plan. It’s also usually my fault…) Anyway, a few hours later, we […]
I know it’s not a spectacular photo in and of itself, but it’s a good place to start. I took this photo on one of the largest streets in the Fès medina. The old city is a tangle of tiny alleys and dead-ends. No cars can fit, so the only way to […]
Anyone know what kind of bird this is? Joe and I saw it when we were walking back into town from a nearby lake called Lac Kir (sadly, it is not full of cassis liqueur). The bird was just hanging out, fishing, didn’t really seem to notice or care that we were exclaiming […]
We have returned from our lovely weekend in the Jura, and I am tired and a little bit sore. Despite this, Joe and I have both already uploaded our photos.
We took two nice hikes–one to see the Château de Joux, and one to a viewpoint close to the Franco-Swiss border called Le Grand Taureau […]
Also, Joe and I are going to go to Morocco in February and we’re going to do this and stay somewhere like this and Joe is looking over my shoulder making me feel ridiculous about everything I type here, but I am so excited I could jump up and down.