The other day I was seeding a pomegranate, such a sensual fruit with its ruby-red arils clustered together. It got me thinking about Granada, the Spanish city whose name comes from a combination of Arabic words meaning word pomegranate and hill of strangers. The main reason tourists go to Granada is to see the Alhambra, […]
Day two on the Kumano Kodo had its ups and downs and proved the name Luck-Sure-Be Travel that Magellan and I gave ourselves in planning this trip. “Longer than yesterday but easier,” is how I described Day Two to Lynn and Ward Longer? True. Easier? False. Very false.
It was my fault that we were drenched when we arrived at the start of the Kumano Kodo. Grey sheets of rain were pounding down in Tanabe early that Monday morning. We’d bought our bus tickets for the 40-minute ride to Takijiri-oji, the trailhead where we were to start the Kumano Kodo, and Magellan, Lynn […]
Do you, like me, associate a special place with a specific colour? Take Taos, New Mexico. I’ve been there in three different seasons, yet for me, one colour signifies this sun-filled high-desert town—corn yellow. Maybe it’s the crisp brilliance of the thin air at 2100 metres, a spot some call the birthplace of the sun. […]
How can we have been strangers for so long to a pisco sour—now our favourite cocktail? Why didn’t we discover it before we became jubilados, destined to drink mostly wine?