Dear San Antonio: What Have You Done for Me Lately?
The duck that bit my leg had no problem communicating with me, despite the differences in our species and styles. My…
The duck that bit my leg had no problem communicating with me, despite the differences in our species and styles. My…
Edinburgh appeared on our travel radar last summer just a few days before flying to Norway. One reason for the Norway…
Being a traveler can be isolating. Sure, you’re out there on the road, interacting with local people in fascinating places…
“You eat the food here?” That was the question our guest asked. Tad was an American guy we met at…
Not long ago, I was accidentally seated in First Class on a flight from Portland to Houston. Accidentally, because there were…
Earlier this summer while traveling in Ireland I met Mickey, an Irish gentleman who came into Con & Maura’s Bar,…
In a Dispatch a while ago, I mentioned an Irish radio show I listened to one morning while driving from Ireland’s…
There’s a theory (you can look it up and read Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers) referred to as the 10,000-hours rule, which…
I had this vague notion about my first trip to Ireland 15 years ago: that I would seek out some…
I lost my map of Dublin in the toilet of the restaurant where I ate breakfast. Or maybe I left…