There’s a little park trapped on the edges of Santa Cruz. It’s the mating home of thousands of monarch butterflies from Western North America. We were there in the shoulder season, so it wasn’t flooded with butterflies, but it was still a pretty impressive sight.
I’ve always wanted to see the giant redwoods of California.
Carmel loved the warmth of the sunshine, falling asleep with the gentle rocking motion of the boat, and spending time with Grandpa.
And why not an impromptu family portrait for good measure?
I was standing around waiting on the tarmac and thought this Thai Airways 747-400 looked pretty impressive from the ground.
Carmel loved being in the warm water.
Sarah asked me if I knew exactly how many mangos I ordered. I had forgotten the exact number, but I was aiming for a lot. I clearly succeeded.
For perspective, that bowl is about three feet in diameter.
One of my biggest disappointments of life in Mumbai was the day last year, shortly after our arrival, that I was informed that mango season was over and they wouldn’t be available for another ten months. I wasn’t about to let that happen again, so now we have a freezer full of mangos; a stockpile that will hopefully fill cravings through from August until next May.
Carmel arrived on June 15, 2017, a few weeks early, but very happy and healthy. There’s something exhilarating and scary about being handed your daughter for the first time.
As a dense city running the length of a narrow peninsula, Mumbai is known for its traffic congestion. Developers came up with the solution of building a highway out into the Arabian Sea and called it the Sea Link. Both these photos were taken around sunset on the same evening. The light was changing rapidly, leading to two completely different photos.
The Canadian flag was flying proudly off the bow of the HMCS Winnipeg, with the domes of the Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus and Bombay Municipal Corporation building in the distance.
Real men may wear these clothes, but I’m a little uncertain of what is going on with those pants.
When there’s a restaurant called The Ministry of Crab, you have to give it a try. Sarah’s smirk says it all.
I’m not quite sure what was in the tank. This was on a major street in Colombo.