My favorite travel memories, I’ve come to realize, involve one of two things: food or people. This story involves both. Pommard, France October 2, 2021 At the main junction in the village of Pommard, a handful of tourists and bikers… Read More ›
Journal: September, 26th 2021. Paris to Dijon. It’s six o’clock in Paris, and I’m still in bed. Today I leave for Dijon. There’s a frisson of excitement tinged with concern as I contemplate my upcoming walk. I can walk, that’s… Read More ›
In September of 2011, we left our home in Evergreen, Colorado to move to a new home in Bratislava, Slovakia. A six-month work assignment grew to a year, then two. It morphed into two years in Budapest, Hungary. Then I… Read More ›
We’ve been in Paris for 10 days; 10 days stuffed with Paris stuff: restaurants, museums, the l’Arc de Triomphe draped á la Christo (and Jean-Claude), photo exhibits, wine and friends. After weeks of fretting, getting here was easy. The border… Read More ›
If you’re reading this post, it means I’m in Paris. I scheduled it to launch on arrival day—precisely 3 days and 16 hours from when I wrote this sentence. The time has come for Covid and me to coexist; I’m… Read More ›
The World In Between 