Calle de la Morte in Venice is a mystery. Mr. Pretty and I had a spare hour before the art biennale opened one day, so we visited the narrow...
To Raul: I’m sorry that I never returned to the resort beach to claim my spot under the palapa. To Luís: I’m sorry that I undertipped...
I’m always amused at articles that position the Venice Art Biennale as something to be looked down by normal people. Take, for instance,...
It feels like a very long time since I was able to post a year’s wishlist at a time when travel seems not just possible–but probable....
“I’m here to check-in for the cabin.” I stand at the bar in a dim, run-down saloon a few yards off the Seward Highway, just...
Back in August when I posted about the potential for catching COVID in Alaska, I never thought the situation would get dire. Clearly, I lack...
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