“The birth-place of Valour, the country of Worth;
Wherever I wander, wherever I rove, the hills of the Highlands for ever I love.”
For a number of years now I’ve had a dream of gathering a small group of friends I could ship off to Scotland to celebrate “Hogmanay” with. In a Scottish Castle, that part was essential.
When my, very beloved, grandmother passed away in April she left me some money and after paying off my student loans I had enough left to make this particular dream come true, in a big way. (So in many ways, this one’s also for you, Bestemor). Read More
This year’s “Kolletiv”-trip is coming up. My little family, La Familia, and I used to live together for four years – we’ve known each other forever, and still hang out every week, so every year we take a weekend together and find somewhere new to hang out. Read More
Chicago had a ton of metal cows all around the city at one time… They got dressed up for various occasions… This is the kind of important stuff you learn when you travel. Read More