A Cowboy and a Good Horse: West Texas
The sun is in my eyes when I first meet the horse wrangler, which might be why he doesn’t fit…
The sun is in my eyes when I first meet the horse wrangler, which might be why he doesn’t fit…
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…
Travel Journal, page 11~ 7 October 2015
A member of a writer’s group I belong to recently posted this question: If you had to name the dumbest…
In a previous post I reflected on whether the world is really as dangerous for travel as the media, your…
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…
There used to be two great bargains in Paris. A pair of not-so-secret traveler’s secrets to explore the city like…