A traveler returns to familiar places and explores new ones. Here are some of the treasures and travails
It started with a hand. Or in this case, a trunk and a hand.
An isolated town grows and grows and explodes and becomes a party town/ex-pat haven. Where does one go to "get away from it all" any more?
Several sources inspired this piece as I get ready to leave a pretty island and head out yet again into the unknown
Another day, another flight, and I'm starting to think...lessons.