Talking with Strangers on the Beara Peninsula
At the time I met Noel—on an Irish morning flawless as a perfectly poured pint of Guinness—I had a plan:…
At the time I met Noel—on an Irish morning flawless as a perfectly poured pint of Guinness—I had a plan:…
Steel horseshoes struck 500-year-old cobblestones, echoing off brick walls of the homes and shops lining Callejón del Aguacate. Astride Frina, I…
Packing for travel has one certainty, one hard and fast rule: there is no certainty and no hard and fast…
With a plane ticket and a smart phone, you can take the family and all of your friends along on pretty…
A member of a writer’s group I belong to recently posted this question: If you had to name the dumbest…
The historic city of Meknes begins to hum with activity, and I’m anticipating a morning of haggling. The sun is not…
“Paris has another Paris under herself; a Paris of sewers; which has its streets, its crossings, its squares, its blind…
They make their way from Dubuque. New York City. Portland, Maine and Dallas, Texas. But also from Moscow, Frankfurt, Tangier…
Earlier this summer while traveling in Ireland I met Mickey, an Irish gentleman who came into Con & Maura’s Bar,…
There’s a theory (you can look it up and read Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers) referred to as the 10,000-hours rule, which…