We will board a plane for Israel soon. See you on the otherside of the ocean. Speaking of ocean–when I fly over the vast expanse of the ocean, or gaze at the sky from my plane porthole, or see the stars, or creation, or the clouds next to me, or the outline of the continents below me,…
Category: Travel
Dark and Sweet
Our first trip to Brazil enthralled my family and me; and since that trip, we have yearned to return. And return we did! In fact, we have made many trips to Brazil over the last decade. The first thing that I have to say about Brazil is that the people are some of the warmest and most…
Clocks in Argentina
International travel is the biggest perk of my work. Wayne and I take three or four major international trips per year. We are very busy with responsibilities mostly, but we do allow ourselves the luxury of a few hours here and there to soak in the culture around us. Buenos Aires, Argentina, is one of our favorite…
Bovine, Bees, and Bagels
Take it from me: I didn’t give old Bonnie – the faithful, milking cow enough credit. She was one of the producing cows on Kibbutz Einat when I worked in Israel as a volunteer. Honestly, I was a little offended to have that mammoth as a name sake. But cows like Bonnie have helped make…
Americans at Lenin’s Tomb
Americans at Lenin’s Tomb Shrouded with dark gray reverence,
Indigo Peaks
The ridge of mountains from my window looks like an indigo piece of construction paper, cut with jagged peaks and valleys, and glued to a light blue sheet of construction paper. Right now the way the sun is hitting the panorama, the ridge looks flat, surreal.
Sizzling
Restaurant on the sea in Jaffa, Israel The food tasted flat, and the atmosphere hung gray and dull. It shouldn’t have been this way. My best bud, Susan, whom I call Suzanni, and I were eating in a beautiful restaurant in Jaffa, Israel, on the coast. We watched the sun go down over the Mediterranean while visiting and eating grilled…
Rocky Mountain High Delivers
As Wayne and I ascended from the local aiport in Colorado Springs to our hotel, the air grew cooler and crisper. The familiar western skyline of towering mountains filled the view as we drove. Already I felt inspired to breath deeply, open my eyes wider, and let the panorama and clean air rejuvenate.
Rocky Mountain High
Wayne and I leave in a few minutes for three weeks in Colorado–part work and part play. Cool, cool Colorado. Where you can open your windows at night and let the wind blow through your bedroom. The mountain air clears the cobwebs from the mind.
My Laundry is Chasing Me Around the Room…
My laundry is chasing me around the room… But it is Saturday.
Bonnie Saul Wilks 