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Homeland
This would be a long story, if I told it right. Enough for a full scale memoir. It begins with my sister’s birth in 1989, and it never really ends. But at the heart of it is a trip to the Republic of Ireland in 2011.
Kerry KehoePublished about 19 hours ago in WanderA journey of first times, celebrations, and beauty
This photo holds significant value for me, in ways I will happily show you below in one of the best holidays I have ever had…
Paul RussellPublished a day ago in WanderWhispers of Snow
One frosty winter morning, I embarked on a journey to a place where the unexpected danced from the sky: snowflakes, delicate as whispers, yet powerful enough to stir the depths of my soul. Little did I know, it would become a journey etched into the very fabric of my being, a tapestry woven with threads of wonder, awe, and raw emotion.
Sienna BlackwoodPublished a day ago in WanderThe Magic of Cap May
I gazed out of the car window as we drove along the winding roads leading to Cape May, New Jersey. The early morning sun cast a golden hue over the quaint houses and lush greenery that lined the streets. It’s a lovely drive from my home to Cap May. My husband and I relive memories of our youth as we drive along. The roads are filled with reminders of why New Jersey is called the garden state. There are farms and forests all along the way. It’s a peaceful and joyful drive.
Brenda FluhartyPublished a day ago in WanderMy Journey to the Hidden Haven of the Amber Coast
Nestled along the Amber Coast of Poland lies a secret haven, known only to the select few who dare to seek it out. It's a place where the whispers of the wind and the crash of the waves against rugged cliffs create a symphony of nature—a sanctuary of unparalleled beauty waiting to be discovered.
Sienna BlackwoodPublished a day ago in WanderGay your life must be
“My Dad’s got itchy feet” I would say. I don’t know where I first heard this phrase, but I parroted it often as a child, a vague but sufficient explanation for the fragmented answers I offered to “where did you….” questions. The assumption was that we were a military family. When I went to Sixth Form College and completed the full two years without moving, I set a personal record for time spent at any one educational institution. But we were not a military family. We were a family governed by a restless soul, for better and worse, and now, well into my adulthood, I am the restless governor of a home loving family.
Hannah MoorePublished a day ago in WanderIn to the Forest
The Year 2020. October to be more specifically- The peak of the pandemic. The time where we are all in need to get out. It's now month six of the lockdown and we finally have a brief moment of where we are allowed to leave our homes. I never really get a chance to go out on a weekend-get-away but when I do have a chance to escape I run to the mountains. It may not be a weekend-get-away but spending the day hiking is just the same to me.
Jen PhillipsPublished a day ago in WanderWithin Rhodian Hills and Pine Forest
Driving on through Rhodian countryside – inching higher up up, as paths get lost amidst the parched hills and buzzing pine forest – the wilderness becomes primal, more authentic. As we move away from the predictable coastal resorts, venturing out from the rushed tourist trail, it is possible, a must maybe, to discover elusive hidden gems which are so often missed. Perhaps this is as it should be, as forgotten treasures can be allowed to remain peacefully in their exquisite slumber, to evolve then undisturbed.
Tammy WakefordPublished a day ago in Wander"The Dim Light"
As I stepped into the old mansion, I couldn't help but feel a chill run down my spine. The air inside was thick and heavy, and the dim light that flickered from the candles seemed to cast eerie shadows on the walls. I had always been drawn to the supernatural and the unknown, and this mansion was rumored to be one of the most haunted places in the country.
Isra SaleemPublished a day ago in WanderO Quy Ho pass in Viet Nam
“O Quy Ho pass” is a mountain pass road that stretches nearly 50 kilometers. Two-thirds of this road are within the Tam Đường district in Lai Châu province, while the remaining one-third lies in Sa Pa district, Lào Cai province, Vietnam.
How Filipino Breads Are Made Fresh Every Morning in this Traditional Bakery in Quezon
Our life's journey can be compared to making bread - we start from humble beginnings. Just as dough rises during the baking process, our lives also expand over time. My name is Pablito Casiño. I own this bakery, although I have passed ownership to my four children. Yeast enables the bread to rise and grow. This bakery was founded by my parents. They told me my father started baking in 1944. My father created all the recipes, initially selling pandesal and bonete breads. At first, my father did the baking while my mother managed the storefront with our assistance, despite our young age. Since I was 10, I observed the bakery's daily operations. I used to help my father prepare the dough for baking. Even in high school, I continued assisting him, allowing me to learn and master all his recipes and techniques. Initially, it was a family-run enterprise. However, as demand increased, running it alone became challenging, so we hired additional staff.
Gilbert Ay-ayen. JrPublished a day ago in WanderThe Midnight Madness
Amidst the quiet hum of the small town of Willow Creek, nestled beneath a canopy of ancient trees, there stood a carnival—an ephemeral spectacle that materialized only under the veil of night. Within its labyrinthine confines, where the scent of cotton candy mingled with the faint whispers of the wind, there lay a sinister secret—a ghost train that traversed the darkness, its passengers destined for a journey beyond the realms of the living.