“Perhaps Danish happiness is not really happiness at all, but something much more valuable and durable: contentedness, being satisfied with your lot, low-level needs being met, higher expectations being kept in check.”
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“Perhaps Danish happiness is not really happiness at all, but something much more valuable and durable: contentedness, being satisfied with your lot, low-level needs being met, higher expectations being kept in check.”
"Some time ago, a young woman lived in the highlands near lake Quilotoa. One day while taking her sheep to pasture, she saw a tall and handsome man in the distance. He was wearing a colourful poncho and a white scarf."
It’s incredible to see how much vegetation transforms and frames our understanding of a space. Los Angeles, and much of Southern California is rugged, arid and painfully in the midst of a devastating drought.
There’s a moment in air travel (specifically) when all the planning, packing, researching and organizing becomes real. I wish there was a word to describe that little moment where you go from picking up your bags to strolling on Venice Beach.
The truth is, it was a swing that first got me dreaming about Ecuador. Now it was time to find it.
In a UNESCO-protected city, packed with breathtaking historic architecture, one of the most inspiring buildings we visited was a newly built rec centre. We stumbled upon it quite accidentally.
The hundreds of dogs roaming Quito’s streets can’t really be called stray. Free might be more appropriate. Well-fed and often well-dressed, they seem happy to go about their day’s business.
Here are some things of beauty we brought back from Ecuador to give away or (greedily) keep for ourselves.
In the few days we spent in Quito, art was on every corner. In fact most of the painstakingly restored, UNESCO-protected buildings housed exhibitions—from ancient to contemporary to craft.
The historic city twinkled by night, stretching way up into the clouds. And by 6am the skyline began bleeding colours from pink to blue like a dripping watercolour.
Since packing lightly & efficiently has become a bit of an obsession, I thought I'd share some of my recent (mostly local) travel finds below.
We spent some peaceful days in rural Quebec over New Years, followed by a few days in Montreal with friends who love to eat as much as we do.
A refreshingly minimal travel book arrived in my mail box last week. Without photography or any of the traditional guidebook devices, the pocket-sized volume weave interviews, anecdotes, personal essays and stunning design.
The work of artist Alex Roulette has me dreaming of the great American road trip. His paintings seem like moments seen through the window of a moving car.
The legend of the Rooster of Barcelos tells the story of a dead rooster's miraculous intervention in proving the innocence of a man sentenced to death. The rooster has since become the unofficial symbol of Portugal.
Last weekend we spent a few hours strolling through one of the most inspiring public spaces I've visited lately.
As I get older, I crave and appreciate nature more. Same goes for gloomy, grey days.
While I have some gripes about my city (transit/politics/real estate), I love my hood! We've lived in the St. Lawrence market area for the last 7 years. It's one of the most historic, diverse and walkable neighbourhoods in Toronto.
Here are the highlights from the annual showcase of the best in visual journalism.
“Here I am singing, the wind is carrying me. I am following the footsteps of those departed."