As the world around me crumbles, I contemplate whether this is the time to be working on a travel photography blog written during benevolent exile on a cruisey little Mediterranean island.
Sometimes it feels like life is a process of moving from one bubble to the next bubble. Today, for the first time in two weeks, we stepped outside into the fresh air and walked down the streets of a city which, up until now, we have only known from the sliver of an ocean view outside our apartment window.
I get stressed out packing for a weekend vacation. How do I chose what to pack when I know it may be months before I’m able to return home?