The Rambling of a Sometimes Traveller. Travelling is not just about the miles and kilometres we cover in planes, trains, buses and other such vehicles. most of the times, the best journeys take place between your head and your heart. Or between your heart and another heart. Who thinks life is too short to drink bad wine.

Lunes, 8 de junio de 2009. Una historia que transcurre en un sólo día y que habla de la vuelta a casa, del reencuentro de una familia. Cogiendo ese legado encontramos en Still walking. Es el artífice también de Nadie sabe. 191;El por qué? Tras el visionado de Still walking.

Friday, April 19, 2013. The snow was still knee-deep in places, and of course, we gots these here children, so we won no distance awards at . 6 miles in 90 minutes, but we found a deer trail that had been packed down well enough to at least get out into the hills. E saw an abundance of wildlife on our evening drive and hike. Friday, April 5, 2013. Tuesday, February 26, 2013.

Reflections on my journeys of reflection. Friday, June 25, 2010. Patrol Night 2 or I Have Turtle Blood on My Hands. When you see one coming out of the surf, her black shell glistening like an enormous black beetle, like some otherworldly dinosaur, like a phantom of the ocean, it is ghostly, surreal, haunting. We are still waiting for our first of the night. My Friend, and quit your books;. My Friend, and clear your looks;.