Fossicking? “What does that mean?” you’re probably wondering. We discovered the word late one night at Fleurs Place, a restaurant in Moeraki on New Zealand’s South Island.
Seductive. Romantic. Alluring. That’s how Sevilla is described in every guidebook. And it’s true. For a week, this fascinating city kept Magellan and I and our friends Pat and Dallas under her charismatic spell. The Alcázar. The Cathedral. A flamenco concert. Triana’s market, ceramics and nightlife. The Antiqvarivm de Sevilla. We expected to love all […]
“How long have you been here?” Magellan asked a couple at the adjacent table at dinner during our second night at a small hotel in Spain. “We arrived mid-afternoon,” said Marc. “How did you get in?” Magellan asked. “We’ve been coming here for years and we’re in the system. Cristina programs our arrival and I […]
“I was wondering if you two would be interested in going on some sort of small getaway—maybe two nights on a gulf island, or Salt Spring? Just something small where we could go to a café/do a little hike/play Scrabble/I could have a West Coast experience before heading East,” read Clare’s email late last August. […]
When will we be too old to travel independently? Who knows? Take our friend George. He had a knee replacement last year, cataract surgery this April and was waiting for open-heart surgery for a valve replacement and a bypass on an artery that was 60% blocked. We didn’t expect to be travelling with him this […]