No, me neither. Until Magellan saw them on TV in Barcelona we had no idea what castells were. On Saturday morning a few days later, we were in Poboleda, a small town in Priorat, at its annual wine festival that Magellan had read about online when we were planning our trip. “Hey, look at this,” […]
Back in 1999, Bandon Dunes opened with these words: “…we believe that, with time and the opening of two projected sister courses, it will rival Pebble Beach as a pilgrimage destination. As a true links, it has no peer in North America. Standing in magnificent isolation amid the windswept Pacific dunes…Bandon Dunes offers a […]
In Patagonia, we’d arranged a day trip to Perito Moreno. Saying “Perito Merino” made us admire its singsong of syllables. Seeing Perito Moreno made us shiver at the power of its cool beauty.
Wednesday night, April 15 I’m still in a bit of a shock over what happened today. Maybe as I age (remember, I’m only a year old) and get used to life in the wilderness (after all, I was born in Germany), I’ll roll with it more easily.
“Where is that?” “Why are you going there?” “Why would you go to the Middle East now?” This is what Spice and I were asked when we told people we were going to Oman. Our short answer was “For the smell of it.”