The first thing I think of when I look back at my recent trip to the Corsican town of Bonifacio is the wind — my hair was flying all over the place.
It was raining when our taxi made its way into the Plitvice Lakes National Park, Croatia, in spring. I had fallen asleep on the journey, as always, and remember waking up every now and then to a misty grey sky outside.
We spent an entire day stomping through the cobbled streets of the city, hunting down sweets to wolf down. Here's how it went.
The island of Key West in Florida once held a special place in the life of Earnest Hemingway. In spite of having read and admired some of his works, I was quite unaware of this connection until, upon arriving in the Key West, I stumbled upon his house on a hot, sunny day as I was trying to escape the heat.
We had been waiting for a good 20 minutes— and nothing! The Old Faithful, as the famous geyser is called, remained silent.
One has to walk considerably to get to the location, which is smack right in the middle of farmland and sunny hills.
Solitude is a remarkable thing; it can make a philosopher out of anyone. I spent a quiet year in the south of Thailand in a place called Songkhla.
The first thing I think of when I look back at my recent trip to the Corsican town of Bonifacio is the wind — my hair was flying all over the place.
It was raining when our taxi made its way into the Plitvice Lakes National Park, Croatia, in spring. I had fallen asleep on the journey, as always, and remember waking up every now and then to a misty grey sky outside.
We spent an entire day stomping through the cobbled streets of the city, hunting down sweets to wolf down. Here's how it went.
The island of Key West in Florida once held a special place in the life of Earnest Hemingway. In spite of having read and admired some of his works, I was quite unaware of this connection until, upon arriving in the Key West, I stumbled upon his house on a hot, sunny day as I was trying to escape the heat.
We had been waiting for a good 20 minutes— and nothing! The Old Faithful, as the famous geyser is called, remained silent.
One has to walk considerably to get to the location, which is smack right in the middle of farmland and sunny hills.
Solitude is a remarkable thing; it can make a philosopher out of anyone. I spent a quiet year in the south of Thailand in a place called Songkhla.
A most curious thing happened recently. I realized that while people love to reminisce over the wonderful places from past vacations, the only thing I remember is the food. The glorious, glorious food.
