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When I took my kids to Iceland, it was over spring break. We returned the day before Easter, so I knew I wouldn’t have time to put together Easter Baskets for them. Instead, I bought treats in Iceland and smuggled it home in my carry on. Instead of tons of candy pieces, Icelanders get one giant, decorated chocolate egg in their baskets. And one year, so did my kids.
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Before there were blogs, I spent a quarter studying sustainable development in southern India. I maintained an email distribution list of friends who wanted updates on my travels. Many nights involved entertainments of the herbal or alcoholic kind; there were roof-top full-moon parties and midnight swims in the ocean (the garbage floating there was harder to see in the moonlight); some evenings were spent on planting plans and composting toilet design. But occasionally, I sat down at a computer and wrote about my adventures. This is one of those stories. Read More
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Twas the night before Christmas. The children were nestled all snug in their beds, under threat of holiday cancellation if they ventured downstairs. I in my hoody and daddy in his knit cap had just settled down for a long winter’s wrap. Read More