Geneva on a typical winter day. The rain has stopped - not for long - and the gloom is fighting the beauty. #geneva #switzerland #geneve #rhone #river #rainy
Each Sunday, in Madrid's Plaza Mayor, collectors of every type get together to trade, barter and sell... like these old postcards. You'll also find coins, stamps, cigar bands - anything worth collecting. It's an outing I remember from childhood, the high point of my week when my father took me for a spin down to the Plaza after our weekly chocolate con churros. Sweet memories.
Snowshoeing in the Jura Mountains, with the Alps peeping out in the distance.
This house belongs to the coffee farmers of Las Hermosas, a group of women who have survived Colombia’s armed conflict and are trying to make a living with the arrival of peace. They have a wonderful project to market their coffee directly to consumers but they need our help to raise the remaining funds before Christmas. If they can get this going they’ll be able to pay for their children’s secondary school and for such basics as health care. They are full of joy and hope - and we can make a huge difference. Please see the link in my profile - until Christmas - and share widely. Thank you!
This bus in the middle of Colombia’s cordillera takes up pretty much all the road. What you can’t see is that the rear tires are gone, hence my need to spend the night in a coffee farmer’s home an hour from the nearest phone signal. A beautiful experience of forced disconnection among people and a country that are easy to love.
Welcome to Botero, Colombia's most famous painter - he likes things BIG. Most things he paints are oversized. His main museum is in the city of Medellin, his birthplace, but he donated a museum to Bogotá on one condition: that entrance be free. Many of my favorites were nudes or partial nudes but had I posted one here it probably would have been banned...
This is a pile of tiny cups used to drink chicha, a fermented alcohol (about the strength of peer) made from a fruit called totuma here in Bogotá, Colombia. Chicha was banned sometime in the 1930s and is still illegal. Mostly it was a drink of the poor and indigenous people but today, under the guise of cultural preservation, it is tolerated, at least among those of greater means. In the slums, it’s still illegal - but available. The little string? To hang around your neck in case someone should offer you chicha in the street - at least you’ll have something to drink it from.
These amazing palms can grow to 70m (200m) and can live to 200 years. The only place in the world these are found are in the Cocora Valley, in Colombia coffee country. You can hike around, ride horseback or simply gaze in admiration through the mist...
More coffee, since I’m still in Colombia coffee country... One of the things that sets apart a specialty coffee from a regular or blend is that the beans are painstakingly picked by hand. As you can see, the beans grow at different speeds. If machine picked, you get a jumble of tart immature beans, leaves, twigs, all of which contribute to reducing a coffee’s taste... roaming around with my friend Adriana of @iamcolombiano
You could mistake this for wine - except it’s coffee, from the heart of Colombia’s coffee country. And it tastes as smooth here at Finca El Placer, where I spent the day with @iamcolombiano #colombia #coffee
It’s not winter yet - but getting into the mood with some beautiful scenes of Switzerland. To read the full guide to Switzerland for independent women, click through from my Instagram profile.
Bead necklaces by Kazuri, a company in Kenya that employs hundreds of disadvantaged women, many of them single mothers. It also provides them with significant social advantages, like free medical care. And yes, I bought a few...