Blue

“Don’t go any further,” she shouts into the wind.  The man holds his hand against the baseball cap on his head and smiles, thrusts his other arm out into the wind as if he might make himself into a sail of some sort, lift up off the ground, fly away from her.   He motions for her…

Adventures in Buses

I haven’t posted for some time.  Life has not allowed for such but I hope to get back to it soon.  In the meanwhile,  I had a piece published at Wanderlust and Lipstick.  It’s a continuation of an earlier story I posted here called La Ruta Maya.  I’ve attached a link to the new story. …

A Summer Journey

Why is what I  wonder as I lay in bed. Why are we in a hostel in British Columbia? This was nowhere in the plan really. Canada had been a vague idea, somewhere along the realm of something we couldn’t possibly fit in. We had thrown the passports in the glove compartment just in case….