In Which I Steal Photos

CoCoView is isolated. It’s on its own island, and everybody here says they have never had problems with theft. There are people who have been her numerous times, so I guess I mostly believe them. One person on my boat has been here 6 times. Upon arrival, we moved all of our dive equipment to […]

In Which A Sinus Headache Takes Me Down

I said yesterday that I was at scuba camp, and I really am. My room looks like a cabin. See – cabin. Outside that door is a balcony that sits right over the water, as does the entire building. Being over the water doesn’t prevent bugs from getting in, I guess. There are special precautions […]

Butterblogger Goes to Camp

At 330 this morning, the chipper alarm on my phone sounded its festive song and I roused myself from the warm cozy bed in Mom’s house in Grand Rapids. I had showered and shaved a few hours prior, and so had only to dress and replace the few items I had removed from my poorly-packed […]

Number Fifteen: Memories of Sicily

Hoisting our swollen bags into the back of the waiting cab, I looked up and down the inky streets to where the anemic auras of the sparsely spaced streetlights labored feebly against the obsidian dark of the early morning. These narrow corridors, that only a few hour ago were alive with revelers, now sighed restfully […]

The Post In Which I Fail To Take Enough Photos

As with all of my journeys, the time has finally come for the trip to draw to a close. This morning, under the glare of the Sicilian sun, we had a breakfast on the terrace. Something interesting is happening at these hotels in Sicily – they put only a scant amount of food for breakfast, […]

A Moment In Ortigia

Sometimes, when I travel, it’s good not to have an agenda. It’s good to just be. To be in the time, and in the place, and to wander whatever city I’m visiting. Surprises happen on days like this. Sometimes. But usually they don’t. The world doesn’t stop or anything as dramatic as that. In fact, […]