Horse Riding and Travel: 5 Reasons to Ride
Steel horseshoes struck 500-year-old cobblestones, echoing off brick walls of the homes and shops lining Callejón del Aguacate. Astride Frina, I…
Steel horseshoes struck 500-year-old cobblestones, echoing off brick walls of the homes and shops lining Callejón del Aguacate. Astride Frina, I…
A funny thing happened on the way to Chefchaouen. We went driving in Morocco for three months. From Tangier to…
Moments before boarding the plane for the last leg heading home, I felt that queasy belly badness that lets you…
Once I heard that satisfying ‘ker-chunk’ of the immigration officer’s stamp and practically got ignored going through customs at the…
“Flossie died playing cards.” Like any good snoop and all-around Nosy Parker, my ears perked up as the unseen woman…
Not long ago, I was accidentally seated in First Class on a flight from Portland to Houston. Accidentally, because there were…
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…
I managed to negotiate another Portland, Oregon winter without pepper-spraying anyone, which makes me a winner in practically anybody’s book.…