Wide-Eyed Wanderer Adventures

12.10.2012 Jeonju, South Korea We are definitely not in Kansas anymore, Toto! Seoul N-Tower. “ Night dinner at her London restaurant she Through a dizzying gamut of emotional extremity.”                      ~ written on a random Korean sweater. Many of these pearls of wisdom are hopelessly lost in translation. Matters of perspective. Near the heart of Seoul. I wondered when the feet would begin to itch again. And about six months into my pause, they did. I had to hit the road once again....though, this time I needed a different spin on it. I wanted the experience of living in a different culture vs. passing through. I've heard much of Korea from the various travelers on my path, and the collective opinion seemed to be: “it's different, vivid, unforgettable and it's culture is ancient and fascinating.” It also happened to be one of the four countries in Asia I have not experienced yet. After the sweltering h...

11.29.2012 Crystallizing Utah Utah is many things....and amazing fall colours are its hallmark. Bear Creek canyon near Mt. Nebo, UT, was my daily "stomping ground" for a few months. The trails there are steep, the air - fresh, and the colours - breathtaking. See for yourself! Ascending Mt. Nebo Our heroic Cat has multiplied yet again. Behold - left to right - Charcoal, Peach, Felty, Tigra. Our furry "Utah fruit" two months later.

11.28.2012 U.S.A. Back to the Tribe – California Reflections Land's End, San Francisco, CA What a whirlwind of a month! After resting my wings and recouping some resources following the return from the Nepal, it was time to see my people in California – the only place that's ever felt like home in the U.S. It is truly amazing how much has happened in the lives of my people since I left for the Journey in 2010. Three of my friends got married, three – had children...five – lost a parent, many sold homes and bought new ones...I couldn't help but wonder if this was somehow happening all along, or just these couple years were particularly eventful? At first, I felt ghost-like, arriving to San Francisco. These were the streets I wandered what seemed like eons ago. Would I still feel love for the sparkling streets and bridges of the Bay Area? Would there still be charm in the sequoia groves? Would the people of my life B.J., before journey, still make ...