Somehow in spite of all the snow surrounding us, and freezing sub-zero temperatures, all that I carried back with me was the strange but familiar warmth of the place.
about the authors
Some of our friends and family call us a clan of restless, wandering souls. We are always either making travel plans or living them. Sometimes we fight about the choice of destination – as each one of us has a list, and we are all vociferously arguing our case. Rarely does all our choice coincide, but we are still a buzzing happy clan when we are out on the road, all feverish and impatient to see the unseen.