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Europe

Waterfalls and Squirrels – Iceland

You know how tourists come to North America and go crazy over squirrels? Well Icelanders must chuckle as we marvel over the hundreds of waterfalls (foss) surrounding us. It’s gottten so common that Trish and I have becomes foss snobs. Quietude and crowd-free are a must, and of course size doesnt matter. I say that […]

Berlin in B Flat – Germany

The Irish are like salmon, they must return to their birthplace. In the case of the O Dowd sisters, it was to an Irish pub. They had to watch the all-Ireland match between Kerry and Cork, with Kerry winning. If Berlin is the wall art/graffiti capital of the world, our IKEA outfitted apartment was located […]

Scottish delights – Edinburgh

So its hard to image a more beautiful city than Edinburgh. Somehow they’ve managed to by and large preserve the relics of a tragic and heroic history around every corner. You won’t see so much stone and fine craftsmanship anywhere…and we’ve been to Peru. And somehow the turbulence of its heroes, villains, myths and legends […]

We Love Haggis! – Edinburgh

To all those who dared us to eat haggis, who tried to invoke the fear of grey animal matter with oats….phooey to you all. Haggis rocks. Beef, lamb, with gravy, without, with mash tatters and turnip, with oatcakes,….you name it’s serious yummy!! Think meat pie without the pastry, or sausage without the casing but a […]

Bonnie Scotland – Edinburgh

(Missing Pictures) Trish has always always wanted to go to Scotland. And now with her great buddy Deanna there, and my writing compadre Alette and her hub Mike and their poodle in Edinburgh, there was no reason not to go. We arrived at Mike and Alette’s huge Edinburgh flat (2.5 x value of our Ottawa […]

London Calling

London Calling (click on pix above for more shots) For our first overseas post, I was tempted to saturate this blog with pix and descriptions of London’s many historical landmarks, it’s stunning architecture, and vibrant hoods. But for us the most meaningful part of this portion of our travel was being with Stan, Trish’s dad; […]