In 2012, I ditched my travel buddies to spend an afternoon wandering around the Tate Modern art museum in London. The exhibit I most remember featured a caravan (That’s camper to us Americans.) surrounded by personal belongings. I kept returning to it, finally deducing that we were supposed to think about what we really need in life or something like that. Continue reading Waiting at the Tate
Short days, cold nights, winter malaise. Time to plan an adventure!
That’s 7:05 PM outside the shadowed Houses of Parliament in 2012. I loved London.