Riding with Chickens on a Tailgate to a Hidden Gem of Colombia

Passengers simply hung onto the outside of the truck. . . Just as I lifted my light to see up into the cave I screamed.

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Can a Recluse Live a Life of Travel?

  As a child I dreamed of building my own dwelling in the woods and living alone, self-sufficient off the land.  I like people, I really do.  I love a good party and I revel in great conversations, but a part of me longs to be secluded.  I love my alone time. Does that make me... Continue Reading →

House Sitting, a Nomads Vacation

Something about getting on a bus headed to a place I have never been with all our belongings on our laps or in the bin overhead simply excites me. I get a giddy feeling and a goofy grin on my face.  However it can also be exhausting moving constantly from place to place.  Sometimes it... Continue Reading →

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