“Change your money on the black market,” friends who’d been to Argentina advised, “You’ll get 25 percent more than at the banks.” I was all for it, but Magellan was skeptical. “I don’t want to get robbed in some back alley,” he protested.
The memory of May: what gladness I felt walking the country road to our one-room school, especially coming to the woodland marshes with their wild marigolds yellowing up beneath a sky of prairie blue. The same feeling we had last May, in Texas of all places, in Big Bend National Park at a place with […]
“I can still taste the simple, pistachio pasta we ate,” was the first thing Teresa said when I told her we were going to Sicily. “Their buttery, fat pistachios are so much better than those we get from the Middle East.” “The food is so good, Clive and I gained ten pounds,” Linda told us. […]
One of the joys of hiking in Europe compared to most anywhere else in the world is the reward of eating lunch at a restaurant in a mountain village enroute. Take, for example, Hike #1 in Teresa Farino’s book Picos de Europa. But first, let me step back in time for a bit.
Until we started planning our trip to Portugal, I’m ashamed to say I had never heard of the country’s Fernando Pessoa—considered one of the greatest literary figures of the twentieth century. Do you know him—or should I say do you know the four greatest Portuguese poets—all Pessoa writing under different names? Pessoa means person in […]