Marissa and I arrived in Lisbon with two enormous bags filled with blindness. We dragged them like sacks of bones, dried and daydream-induced, powdery in an afternoon where several sunsets competed for travel manuscripts of old routes. We were lost. We can’t find our hotel in the confusion of an ancient city, washed by the … More Blindness and Bacalhau in Lisbon
Intoxication reeks of combustible ethanol on a head-ached opaque late morning. Even with all the force and platitudes dispensed from a historical milieu about the folly of drinking, the eminence of c’est la vie prevails. Even with how much you want to dash out the spoiled offspring of fermentation with obsequious courtesy, the bastard called … More C’est la vie Paris and be drunk!
“Senore, colombina stucco o colombina rombi?”, the shopkeeper in mask asked me to choose which among the masks for men will I don on. I decided the colombina vivian red with leaf design. This day would be a vibrant masquerade for me, I told myself in the hysteria of Carnival. The one I chose was … More Masked Venice
The legendary sun did not make its dense habit of inducing warmth of breath that morning. There was the Normandy wasteland scenery although to call it a wasteland is blatantly false. Idyll maybe the most appropriate description of that sight worthy of a documentary. Mont Saint Michel towered like no other in the image-ridden world of fantasy unraveling … More Tide Swagger of Mont Saint Michel
The sea, the sea! That was my miraculous view for at least four Galilean days staying in a hotel on the outskirts of the ancient city of Tiberias, Israel. That was the Sea of Galilee or Lake Tiberias or Buhayrat Tabriya in Arabic or Yam Kinneret in Hebrew. This is the sea of abounding stories; … More Sea of Galilee and Redemption
“another body falls into the water” … More New Zealand of my Thirst
Ours was a movement and elegance of sailing in the Aegean Sea of Poseidon’s realm in that spring day. Islands of legends float on this Dodecanese area where Rhodes, Leros, Kos and other islets inhabited by not more than a thousand people live. There we’d passed some small towns, smaller villages then hills barren in … More Patmos and Aegean Sea of our Weariness
“As mortals we should behave as mortals.” – Euripides, Greek playwright Among the many surprises and conveniences about modern life, learning while staring history from a safe distance is one of them. Mortality is a mordant gift. It is man’s most excellent opportunity to learn and grow. We can experience history even in the abstract as a fresh … More Delphi and the Oracle of the Present