In the excitement leading up to the Grand Tour, Partner and I raced off to buy new luggage. We didn’t really need new luggage, per se, already owning a hodgepodge of containers what would work just fine, given other circumstances. But this trip was going to be a […]
In the tiny village of Hemington, England, one can find the infamous Aten-Shearwood Manor, occupied by the delightful Lady Raz and Lady Rosanna. This lovely duo has done wonderful and extraordinary things with their lives, with one of them being the noble act of continuing to be our […]
As Partner and I make final preparations for our trip to Spain in mid-June, I was piddling around this afternoon and, experiencing a surge of nostalgia, I decided to review some photos of another trip that I call The Grand Tour. (This is a reference to a past […]
This is the moment when we were still happy. We were in Malaga, Spain, at the Alcazaba, which is essentially a fortified palace built in the eleventh century, and then modified for several successive centuries. (Because that’s what people did back then. Somebody would build a building, then […]
Note: This is a flashback post from our first trip to Spain. Hopefully, the statute of limitations has run out on any crimes that we may have committed… We’re still traipsing around the Andalusian countryside, avoiding any degree of responsible behavior as well as local authorities, so I […]
Howdy, folks. This will be a rather abrupt Clam Bake, as things are a bit in flux here at Bonnywood. We are busily prepping for another travel adventure, this time to Pecos, New Mexico. To be fair, the “Pecos” angle is a bit misleading, as that’s simply the […]
Bjorn, left: “Well, I hear that those wretched Americans are coming down out of the hills of Cómpeta and headed to Malaga.” Torvik, right: “Those words make me weep with inconsolable abandon. Why must they torture us so?” Bjorn: “Now, now. We have to give the poor things […]
Pablo de Pato, left: “Hold up. Who are you and why are you in my kingdom?” Scotch the Duck, right: “I’m not sure how I got here. I was sunning in my favorite spot at Casa Bonnywood and then I woke up in a suitcase. It was dark […]
First there was this, one morning, with the sun still newborn Beckoning quaintly, softly, painted on a rock wall No flashy billboards in this quiet mountain town, stuffed with garishness Fake smiles filled with fake teeth, techno beats from advertising dances Here they keep it simple. This is […]
Pablo de Pato, surveying his kingdom, spotted the interloping tourists unloading their SUV outside the nearby villa. All of them were very chatty and exuberant, traits that were not necessarily favored in this sun-baked land. It was now necessary to protect the realm, and steps must be taken. […]
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