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After only a 15 hour flight, I arrive in a different world. In England, the landscape is green, studded with oak, beech, conifers, and in the country, where I live, populated with horses, sheep, and cattle on undulating hills. I study cloud formations and colors, there: clouds are not only gray, but lavender, yellow, pink,… Continue reading NEW MEXICO

Back on track, I hope.  This has been, reportedly, the worst British summer on record.  It is also the summer I had  family visitors.  They will never again believe that summer here can be glorious, hot, and good for the beach.    We were lucky, though.  The trip to Northumberland with Lora was often sunny,… Continue reading September

I come into their room to tidy up. The fragrance of their breath lingers, their dreams whisper in corners . Small hollows in the pillows remain, waiting for nestling heads. – I won’t change a thing. Not yet.   I walk through the August-bleached fields and shaded woods we explored together, and hear the echo… Continue reading After the children leave

Or, India’s revenge In an ironic twist arising out of an imperialist past, Tata, the low-cost automobile manufacturer of India, has just bought out the US/ Ford, who had bought the UK‘s financially ailing Jaguar and Land Rover in 1989. Ford succeeded turning Land Roveraround, but Jaguar‘s sales have continued to decline. Now, India‘s Tata… Continue reading TaTa takes over Ford’s Jaguar/Land Rover

I would be glad to have feed back on the new format.  Easier to read?  More difficult?  Suggestions?  Thanks.  Kathleen

No, no, are you dreaming?  Not me.   The daughter of friends of ours in France, Monica Browning,  is climbing this 5985 METER mountain for a charity, VSO, or Voluntary Service Overseas.   Monica is an amazing woman, who has done more in her short life than I will have done at the end of my already… Continue reading MT. KILIMANJARO OR BUST

SOLIS.  Astrid’s ancestral summer house lies 50 minutes from Montevideo and 30 from Punta del Este, across from Argentina on El Rio de la Plata.  It is so wide you can easily forget it is a river, because you can’t see across it to the opposite bank..  It has a small tidal movement, and people… Continue reading URUGUAY

I will write about this later. It was too magnificent t short change it, and right now, I want to look at the glacier in our last hours here at Los Notros, and talk about it later.

A fifty-five minute plane ride over tan folds of suede hills, then desert sand and sage will bring us to El Calafate.  This land looks a lot like the American southwest, but instead of flat topped mesas of red and ochre, black, jagged mountain peaks surround the valley. We are met at the airport by… Continue reading EL CALAFATE AND PERITO MORENO

This channel, which cuts clean through Tierra del Fuego, is named after the first ship to navigate it. the first English ship, that is, and the ship was named Beagle because of Queen Victoria’s fondness for these dogs. So the Argentinians are stuck with it. The clouds are low, so we don’t get views of… Continue reading The Beagle Channel