Category: Kristin projects
Kristin Winet
March 8, 2017
Travel, green travel, History, Island travel, Kristin projects, Literary Travel, Parks and preserves, Perceptive Travel, photography, travel stories
It also ended. Three weeks after my family and I watched the earth being born, my mother-in-law sent me the news article from Hawaii News Now: “Kamokuna ocean cliff …
Vidin, Bulgaria is, by all respects, a sleepy town. If you’ve never heard of Vidin, you’re in good company—before I’d stepped off the boat and onto its soil, I …
This is what I know about grapes. Grapes grow on vines, flourish, and die. Sometimes, if they’re the lucky ones, they turn into wine. This process takes a full …
I’ve written about how wrong it is to take food out of context; how wrong it is to appropriate someone else’s national cuisine without fully understanding its nuances, its …
I remember the first time I ever heard about mangrove trees. I was in Malaysia, on a boat, sailing in and out of these delicate little caves looking …
On a recent trip to Croatia with Viking River Cruises, I took a day trip to the village of Osijek, a resilient prairie land, that lies hundreds of kilometers …
In March of 2016, the last independent bookstore in Long Beach closed. It was a sadly anti-climactic event. One day, the storefront sign was up—its literariness in stark contrast …
I couldn’t have predicted that the night I arrived in Romania, I’d end up eating food from Moldova instead. In all honestly, I had no idea what kind of …
At a table where everyone has ordered salads and hummus plates, I have ordered a huge place of sausages and deep-fried potatoes. When the food comes and the waiter …
It’s a hot and sunny Galilee day, 40 A.D. A fisherman wearing a pair of leather sandals casts out a net from a boat into the murky, calm waters …
It’s an overcast October afternoon when Cynthia and I decide to walk down to the Jaffa Flea Market, known here in Tel Aviv as Shuk HaPishpushim, literally, a market of …
I’m sitting here getting drunk off homemade moonshine at eleven o’clock in the morning on a Tuesday. Actually, this is what we’re all doing in Uglich, the twelve of …