Is there a moral to travelers’ stories of crossing paths with hospitable strangers in foreign lands?
It is my THEORY that a camping store is the place to ride out the Apocalypse; it is a FACT that a camping store is…
London is male. It’s vast. It’s flung out over a 1,572-square-kilometer expanse as if wanting to gobble up as much surface as…
The Coast Starlight and Pacific Surfliner jounced up and down the tracks to what I affectionately thought of as the…
Lately, I've been understanding the consoling nature in my life of beauty.
A businessman neatly dressed in suit and tie and driving an apparently brand-new car (whorls of reflected sunlight bouncing off…
Tuahine (Tahitian for sister), from whom I rented a small room with kitchenette on Taha’a, was the only…
Bora Bora receives much or most of FP’s tourist hype but doesn’t necessarily merit it more than the other islands despite…
Orbitz, the affiliate of Amtrak for the purpose of arranging passengers’ lodgings, appeared to have steered me right this…
Snow began falling. I could smell it gathering in the air beforehand, and then it fell steadily.
