Category: Food

Beginning of ‘Umayri 2012

It’s been a bit of a whirlwind getting here – with emotions ranging from low to high. It’s been hard to think about how Saxon won’t be there when I get home, but there is a lot going… Read More

Shopping for Housewares and Epic Baked Potatoes

Laura and I left in the evening of the 18th to make our way – fumbling – to Varna. Broken Bulgarian and several scares about being on the wrong bus later, we pulled up in the bus station… Read More

Riding the Wave of Confusion to Wake Up

Right. I’m trying to wrap my head around what day it is still, but at the very least, I know where I am. I’ve made it to Bulgaria and am currently staying in a hotel in a little… Read More

Coffee Yogurt

When I was little – and I mean like, four – my favourite treat was a cup of coffee yogurt. Don’t worry, I turned out okay. Right? Finding coffee yogurt was easy in Montreal. I clearly wasn’t the… Read More

Running Dreams and the Middle 500.

Back in the days of rowing, one of the most dreaded races was the 2000m. Too long to be an all-out sprint, to short to be a steady strong pace, it was the middle-child of rowing distances that… Read More

Arequipa, the “White City”

Puno wasn’t one of my favourite places. There was something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but it left me feeling like I was constantly ready to move on. Maybe we were just staying in the wrong… Read More

Onward to Puno

Following our brief stay in Aguas Calientes after the Inca Trail, we hopped on a train back to Ollantaytambo before catching a crazy taxi back to Cuzco. The taxi drove like a madman, weaving through the highways and… Read More

Floating & Eating

The Dead Sea is a great idea in theory. Relax in the warm sun and water, floating along without having to do anything to hold your head above water. In order to have that much buoyancy though, there… Read More

Ancient Connections, Artisans, and CNN

If I haven’t been clear about my progress on the dig, it’s because the square I’m working in began this season as cobbles, which we took out to find some dirt, followed by cobbles, followed by dirt. I’m… Read More

BEES!

My square supervisor is an interesting old man. He’s crochety and strange and keeps telling me to toss things into the sift pile. It has me worried. I’ve been taught to hoard every scrap of artifact that comes… Read More