Evilcabamba Diary #2 – Miss piggy cries wolf! In the story of The Three Little Pigs there was the one who made his house out of straw, the one who built from sticks and the last one who was (unfashionably) fond of red brick. I have had reason of late to wonder about this story. First … More Who’s afraid of the Big Bad Wolf?
A recipe for Disaster. Oh, this was a great blog! An incredible, witty, passionate and inspirational blog. It was My Best Blog Ever. But I accidentally deleted the whole thing fooling around on WordPress and it is lost forever. Oh, woe! I have been grieving for three solid hours over the loss of the caffeine-inspired … More The Goddess of Cauliflower Soup
I’ve always had this intuitive feeling that ‘going back’ is a path fraught with disappointment, a sure way to lance the boil of regret that grows quietly on the under-side of nostalgia. In love, in career and travel, ‘going back’ risks curdling all that warm milky romance that time so gently nurture us with – … More Death in Vilcabamba
A month washed in, a month washed out. Here in Vilcabamba rainbows were broiled up and rinsed out, we had a peace festival which caused no end of bitching and treachery, dust devils hurled themselves about the gritty streets and I walked on with dirt in my teeth and a bliss bomb in my pocket. … More Bliss. Bomb!
In the beginning was the word, And the word, in this beginning was B.O.R.E.D ! So what would you do? I mean, if you had this chance to leave your world and all your pressures , compromises and responsibilities behind, to step out into the (sort of) uncontaminated wild, to live free and unfettered, unjudged … More It’s transcendental, baby
Scott and I have seen the shows, you know.. the ones about how couples move into abandoned and overgrown old farms and Inca ruins to rebuild them into fairy houses busting out with organic veggies or full-fledged farms with actual cows. In those stories the couples are cheery and hard working and have a strong … More Rise and shine… not!
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