The first time I laid eyes on the Old World I was twenty. It was a wintry day in January.…
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…
