This is a continuation of my previous post in which I list garments and footwear that I’d pack into a commuter backpack or on my person for a short trip, for instance, to Iceland. Why Iceland? Well, first, I just went there a few weeks ago and still remember; second, to make a point that it is possible to visit a somewhat cold place comfortably and pack lightly; third, Continue reading “Light Packing Not Just for Iceland. Part 2 of 2”
Four years ago I read an online essay about a young couple who travelled in Southern Europe for three summer weeks without any luggage. Not even a carry on. They carried smartphones, passports, credit cards, and (I hope) toothbrushes in pockets (man) and a small crossbody handbag (woman). No other bags. They washed the clothes they wore in sinks and dried them overnight whenever that became necessary. I can’t find the link right now; if any of my readers have it, please send it my way, and I’ll update.
Maybe not the most conventional/ sanitary approach, but I was impressed and inspired. Just imagine the freedom Continue reading “Light Packing Not Just for Iceland. Part 1 of 2”
Light grey drizzle clouds above me, I swim backstroke. It’s half past 6 in the evening, the air temperature 5.6 Cº. There isn’t a worry on my mind. Not about money, not about food, not about my body. The stuck places in the shoulders get unstuck, the phalanges float freely, the water carries my weight. The water is lukewarm: just fine for swimming.
I could do this every day. In fact I might. Continue reading “New and Familiar”
I spotted a picnic table in a Reykjavik park. Framed by low trees, it stood, sturdy and sunlit, off a lakefront pedestrian path. It would be so nice for a late spring picnic, I thought. With thermos tea and portable sandwiches. With someone special, romantically special or just life special.
Love letters understated 