Last night we landed in a place that felt more like us. At the end of a small road on a long island…
7–2–16 Hotel Al Songo, Alassio
This is an old hotel and not well cared for. It was high on a hill a short walk from the beach with a commanding view of the…
What is a person, and how does one communicate with one? Dropping into a seat at a kitchen table in a Slovenian farmhouse, nothing is taken for granted but the human connection and the direct information it carries. The look of warmth or lack thereof in our…
7–18–26 Blanes, Spain
The architecture in Blanes is a cross between Stalinesque and Disney. Five to 10 story buildings of storm shuttered suites in pink stuccoed blocks. A clot of retiree age Germans crowd the sidewalk corner where I have to buy a ticket to park my car in the blue zone. They seem entitled, these Germans…
8–4–16, Mayrhofen
It was hard to get to sleep last night because I kept reliving the moment we crested the summit and saw that our cable car back to town was closed. It was a minor trek, on well worn paths with sofa-worn people from every nation skittering trekking poles across a trail that was wide enough to pass the semi…
6/16/16 — finally, surreally in europe
Sleep on the plane, as usual, did not happen for me, and Eliza is today exploring the undiscovered country of…
6–30–16, Castellan
Eliza woke up yesterday with a sore knee. We thought it was just the scab from her fall the previous day pulling apart when she moved, but it persisted the entire day, though we forced her to hike and she did her best.
Its Sunday morning in Senj, but in the alleys and streets of this medieval town it feels like a weekday. People, locals, are up and…
Roxy Music is on in this seedy little cafe on the main city street. The city seems so rich but still there is this working class…
7–5–16 Portovenere
The Mediterranean is ideal for swimming. Its cool, but not so much I want to wear the insulated swim cap, and once you get away from surf…