We surfed our way across the unbuffeted sky, riding the crest of a 171 mph tailwind from Detroit to Amsterdam and racing the clock at 703 mph. I tried to sleep on the flight, but mostly found myself shifting and rolling uneasily in my seat until I finally gave up and cracked my window shade […]Read More Three Flights. Two Connections. One Meeting. And No Complications.
Sometimes I want to go back to a place. No. It’s more than that: Sometimes I need to go back to a place. I feel an undeniable urge to return to a country that touches my heart and my soul, whose people are so welcoming, and whose culture and history resonate with me in a […]Read More Answering A Call
In the morning, M and I slept in, ate a late breakfast, and packed up the last of our gear; the final few things that had spent the night drying on the balcony. This has been a special trip for me. Many of us reach a point in our lives when we and our siblings […]Read More Bonaire: What I Took Home With Me
Some time after returning to the hotel last night, M and I sat on the balcony talking over the trip, the passing of a beloved family friend, and life in general, all while contemplating some of the hiccoughs we have encountered. One of the most troublesome for him has been the leaky dive computer. He […]Read More Diving With A Deadline
There are certain iconic images that touch our lives, depictions that we see again and again. They stick with us, even if we don’t alwyas pay them much heed, and they occupy a few dusty neurons at the back of our brains until at some point we come across them in the real world. And […]Read More It’s Just Been A Day Of Nice Dives
The brutal surge of the waves came at me and threw me mercilessly against the rocks and embedded sea urchins one more time. I had swum in too far before deciding to remove my fins and couldn’t establish footing long enough to remain standing. Another wave surged against me knocking me down again. The guide […]Read More No Dive Here Is Truly Disappointing