Tugging at one author’s thread about the timelessness of beach communities, I find frustration in change, the difference in past and present a painful reminder of what was and will never be again.
Wind billows through the open windows of my brother-in-law’s car as we negotiate a series of hairpin turns where Mount Pantokrator meets the sea. Below us lies the village of Kalami, beloved home of novelist Lawrence Durrell. Judas trees flaunt their brilliant purple blooms against a backdrop of snowcapped peaks. The silvery leaves of centuries-old […]
Way down under the Withlacoochee State Forest, there’s a whole other world waiting to be seen. The forest is rich with caves, and there are groups that lead explorations into them.
At Cuvee, I discovered pay-per-sip, where hundreds of bottles of wine are set up with machinery that delivers a set amount of wine based on a per-ounce charge
I’ve been piddling away Euros these past two weeks while piddling in Germany. In my youth, pay toilets were uncomfortably common in the USA, thankfully no more.
An excerpt from a writing exercise, “First Impressions,” at the Lama Institute, Taos.