After a 34 hour Cuban Train ride, we woke at noon in Casa La Marina; feeling refreshed from a few hours sleep. We were glad we’d pushed the final leg to Baracoa. We ordered lunch from our guest house owners, Roberto and...

5:00 PM: After another day of wandering around Havana, photographing entryways and chatting with locals, here we sit in the packed train station (on top of our backpacks) waiting. The train is late, but that’s to be expected. We’re not taking the 1st class...

The word budget means different things to different people. While not splurging on a 5 star might be budget to some, to most it means forgoing lunch in lieu of a bus ticket or finding out what you can do around a hostel or in...

It’s funny how time and space changes. This is exactly what I was thinking when Eddie told me it would only take us two days to get back. “But it took us a month to get here.” “Thank god it won’t take that long to get...

There’s nothing better to wake up to than the organic goodness at Sandborne’s. I had a spinach, mushroom, and jack cheese stuffed biscuit. Portland is great for that – organics and homebrew around every corner. “Same as Boulder,” Eddie says with a mouthful of corn...

We arrived in Portland just before sunset, just in time to enjoy a few glasses of wine with my step-brother before the light disappeared from the sky. It was Voigner, a delicious white (which is a rare find because I never drink white.) We parboiled...

I woke to tapping, only this time it was rain on the tent. Eddie’d been up since 6:30 scribbling in his journal while I slept. We camped the night before next to a creek in Mineral Springs, Washington. After we’d set up camp I made...