The first time I laid eyes on the Old World I was twenty. It was a wintry day in January.…
WINTER: most of us have at least one that stands out in memory. The year the snowdrift came over the…
As I write, I look out on a thick blanket of snow rolling down to a frozen white lake. Ice…
As a fan of British mystery writer Caroline Graham, I was thrilled when her “Inspector Barnaby” books were translated to…
I cannot end this series on the memory-making misadventures of foreign travel without mentioning the perils of trying to speak…
Last week I told you about my personal philosophy of travel: no mishaps, no memories. After several decades of foreign travel, I’ve…
My blogs are a little off schedule because my husband and I just returned from two cold but nostalgic weeks…
Europe is experiencing the coldest spring in a hundred years. This week my husband and I are driving along the…
