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 ›
Unusual retirement options
Morning in Paris
A small crowd is gathering. It’s 10 minutes past the posted opening time, yet no one seems fussed. In Paris, things happen when they happen, which is to say a beat or two late. C’est la vie. Once inside we… 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 ›
A Trip to Winchester
Once upon a time, I travelled for business—flitted into far-flung cities where a greeter with my name on a sign awaited. He’d take my wheelie, pull it to his German-made car, and whisk me off in silence—an effortless arrival into… Read More ›
Dead Poets Society and Me
Gather ye Rose-buds while ye may, Old Time is still a-flying:And this same flower that smiles to day, Tomorrow will be dying. Robert Herrick I’ve been quite ill. The sort of illness where you can’t get out of bed. Can’t… Read More ›
The World In Between 