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Isla San Martin, Iguazu Falls, Argentina

Hi, I’m Claire. Thanks for stopping by at Saltwater!

This site is inspired by my travels and the belief that while not everyone can take a year off to travel the world, there’s a lot you can fit into two or three weeks. From South America to Sri Lanka, Saltwater takes you around the world to hopefully inspire a little wanderlust.

I’m passionate about music, good food and discovering the quirky little details about new places. I spent a year abroad at uni in the south of France and still miss the Mediterranean lifestyle. If you get the chance to spend a year or even a term abroad as part of your studies, grab it with both hands!

South America was my first love and still the place I know I’ll return to again, hopefully many times.

Salvador de Bahia, Brazil

Salvador, Brazil – one of my favourite cities

Want to know more about somewhere I’ve travelled? Drop me a line on the form below and I’ll be happy to help.

 

You can also find me on social media:

Facebook salttravelwatertales

Pinterest saltwatertales

Twitter @tucano2

 

I’m also a huge Paul Simon fan, so you may occasionally find his lyrics inspiring my posts.

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My husband and I at Laguna Diamante, Argentina

Why ‘Tales from around the World’?

When I was younger I loved to write stories. I guess I was one of those kids with ‘an overactive imagination’. My primary school even sent me on a creative writing weekend. But as I got older, I realised that developing plot lines and creating characters was really not for me. I’m never going to write a novel!

But I’m fascinated by other people’s stories, the everyday history.

I never believe those people who say there’s nothing interesting or remarkable about their lives; not everybody wants to share it, but everybody has a story.

I volunteered for a social history project for a while and found it incredible how people would open up about their lives.

Saltwater is a place to share my travel stories,and those of the people I meet. And I want to hear your stories too – look out for more on that soon.

Under African Skies

Joseph’s face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shown in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked his days
Under African Skies

This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain

In early memory
Mission music
Was ringing ‘round my nursery door
I said, “Take this child, Lord
From Tucson, Arizona
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she won’t bother you no more”

This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain

Joseph’s face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shown in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked the length of his days
Under African Skies

© 1986 Words and Music by Paul Simon

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