I saw my first Vermeer when I was around ten-years-old. It came together over the course of countless months as I watched my grandmother needlepoint a myriad of colors stitch by stitch into a piece that she christened My Little… Read More ›
Ruminations
Random thoughts on life as a full-time traveler.
Zen and the Art of Travel
It’s Saturday, April 1st and my grandson, Jack, is about to board a plane. Pat and I flew ahead last weekend. We are waiting for him on the other side. In Paris. Our apartment is set up. Our jet lag… Read More ›
Seville, and Why We Travel
After four weeks, we’re headed north. On the train from Seville to Madrid, I have 2 1/2 hours to write this post before we arrive for a 48-hour whirlwind stop. It’s been four weeks of blissful sunshine. Four weeks of… Read More ›
Beauty and the Beast
I came of age in the 70s—went to a travel agency to buy my plane ticket home from college, stopped at the bank to deposit my pay check and get a bit of cash, browsed the university library card catalogue… Read More ›
Grief and the Illusion of Infinity
Yayoi Kusama is a 95-year-old Japanese artist who creates installations known as infinity mirrors. Stefan Zweig was one of the most prolific writers of his day, an Austrian Jew who committed suicide in 1942 at the height of World War… Read More ›
The World In Between 