A hungry mosquito buzzes through a thick Lithuanian pine forest in search of a plump Eohippus. Her empty bug belly growls a warning that she hasn’t eaten, but still, she decides to rest. This is one unlucky mozzie, because not only is she unable to locate breakfast, she’s just landed in a gooey drop of …
Naked maidens, snarling gargoyles, screaming faces, writhing snakes, flying dragons, prancing peacocks, and heroic gods and goddesses: does this sound like a recipe for a fantasy novel?
A lifetime of travel and hours spent reading the exploits of courageous explorers have instilled in me an appreciation for geographic milestones – like walking across the Mississippi River, without a bridge.
Anyone that’s seen Jurassic Park, or any of its summer-fixture spinoffs, knows that dinosaurs lived large. There was never a bigger badass than T. rex, and even though he ruled the West, he flamed out just as quickly as his meek brethren in a fantastic fireball 66 million years ago.
Unless you’ve been hiding under a rock in Jurassic Park, you’ve heard that 66 million years ago the dinosaurs just disappeared. After roaming and ruling the planet for 165 million years – Poof! … well maybe it was Boom! … they were gone.
Earlier this year we were approached by Tricia Mitchell – the globetrotter behind the award-winning Travels with Tricia, co-founder of Eloquence, and freelance writer featured in Frommer’s, Fodor’s, and International Living.
“It is amazing how little you need to be happy.” –Gilda at Traveller Interrupted