Author: Duwan
The months of March, April, and May were all spent house-sitting in Colorado. We took care of 14 different pets in 7 different households which we lined up with our Trusted House Sitters subscription*. Our main focus, besides taking care…
Ballena Blanca is gone. Off to new adventures with a new owner. On May 10 we signed the papers, deposited a check with my phone, and gave Ballena Blanca’s keys to her new companion. Ballena was our only permanent home…
The start of a month of house sits We rang in the New Year in Mexico City, mostly recovered but still feeling the effects of whatever bug we had caught. Three days later on January 3, we flew back to…
February 22 – July 4, 2023. Five years ago when we were traveling around Mexico we discovered Mezcal. Since then we have been on a quest to learn more about this distilled liquor. When we found ourselves stuck in Oaxaca…
November started out special. Greg’s mom, Dossie, had mentioned visiting Brevard College where she and Perry first met. So on the first of November, we all hopped into the car, including Dossie’s miniature longhaired dachshund, Penny, and drove a few…
One of the fun things about the area of Oaxaca we were stuck in for 4 months was the variety of small towns that were excursion-worthy. Many of these towns specialized in a craft or event or a special natural…
On August 14 of last year, Greg’s father, Perry, had a stroke. We were in Cabbagetown (Atlanta) at the time house sitting for friends. After Greg got the call, we made a quick trip to the grocery store, and then…
In July we finally landed at our first house sit of the summer in Cabbagetown. After a month of driving and visiting friends and family in June and visiting more friends and family during the first week of July, we…
January 26 – April 18, 2023 This post is all about the ruins we saw in Oaxaca. I know, if you have seen one crumbling building you’ve seen them all. Still, for me, like everything else, there are subtle differences,…
We had just crested an incline when the whirl of Ballena Blanca’s engine suddenly went quiet and stopped. We were on the Horace Wilkinson Bridge crossing over the Mississippi River into Baton Rouge, Louisiana. With the forward momentum we had…
