I can’t swim and I’m afraid of heights. Those two things, blended together with the beautiful scenery and crisp ocean air, made my short trip to Lastres, Spain, in July 2005 unforgettable. I was vacationing in Gijón, Spain, on a friend’s sailboat when he told me we were pulling up anchor and...
Winding up mountains in a van brimming with eight twelfth grade German students, I started to wish I had become a postcard photographer instead of an assistant English teacher. A point and click of the terrain in any direction in Cadaques, Spain would have deserved a stamp and a note home. The...
I like architecture; old architecture to be exact. In fact, I like structures so old that they are shrouded in myth, jungle, dust, or all of the above. Angkor Wat, Petra’s rose-red necropolis, the Coloseum in Rome . . .you get the picture. I don’t care much for urban-scapes packed with bland...
My friend Gary is a HOG – a member of the Harley Owner’s Group, that is. This international organization boasts some one million members, with chapters in locations as unexpected as Bangkok, Zagreb and Cairo. Gary is part of the Palma de Mallorca Chapter. A second-home retreat for Europe’s...