Last night I had a dream. In an ancient port city I stood on a boardwalk of stone, looking out across the ocean in the fading, rusty light of day. Flying low across the water at high speed was an ultra-light aircraft with what appeared to be clipped wings. The fuselage was angular with a… Read More I dreamed of Tesla
This week Travel with Rick Steves, my favorite travel podcast/radio show, featured a phone call with Heidi in San Diego! When we lived in Romania, I signed up for Rick’s monthly newsletter. In the letter they include information on upcoming recording sessions. In one letter, Rick was looking for callers who had stories to share… Read More Willtravelwithkids – on Travel with Rick Steves!
I have forgotten her name. I woke up this morning, fresh from a dream about Romania. It’s been over a year since we returned to the United States, so Romania is only a dream now. In the final months of our year-long stay in the rural south, we befriended new neighbors. These neighbors lived around… Read More Forgotten Names in Romania
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.” That? That tiny little table? That is where she penned those most famous of novelic opening lines? A true writer, I suppose, just needs three things – pen and paper and a flat surface… Read More Jane Austen had a sister – Jane Austen’s House Museum, Chawton, England
I have distinct memories of my dad chuckling while silently reading weathered copies of James Herriot’s writings. As an adult, on a one years stint back in Mozambique, I picked up those same copies of Herriot’s All Creatures Great and Small series and I read, for the first time, literature I could truly call exquisitely written and heartwarming. Literally.… Read More The World of James Herriot – Thirsk, Yorkshire, England
It was a dinosaur. There’s no other way to describe the gnashing, crushing jaws, and the swaying neck that toppled the wall into rubble and sent the roof collapsing. In minutes, smiling faces were buried under piles of Lisbon ceramic roof tiles, twisted rebar and mangled air conditioners. We were fascinated, pausing longer than intended… Read More A Demolition, and other forms of unplanned entertainment in Europe
In a place where grocery stores carry no less than five varieties of British cheddar and every village has at least one Indian restaurant, the Brits are no strangers to the Algarve, Portugal’s beach paradise. So it’s no surprise that when we stepped out the door this morning we couldn’t help overhearing conversations taking place… Read More BREXIT in the Algarve, Portugal
