Travel

In February 2010, I lived in San Miguel de Allende, in central Mexico. One Sunday afternoon I went to Centro to sit on a bench and people-watch in the shade of dense trees trimmed into umbrella shapes.

Sundays are family day in Mexico. All over town, men strode around with children riding on their shoulders; the wives had babies tucked into rebozos with bigger kids in tow.

Two American women had a couple of darling puppies they’d rescued from a sick street-dog. Both looked like they had some Labrador retriever in Read More

While on a family trip to the Dallas zoo, in the late 60s, my father spotted a man cleaning out the yak enclosure. He asked if he could have a small bag of yak poop. The man looked at him in horror, as if he imagined those little round balls might end up as a joke in somebody’s spaghetti sauce.

I was in junior high at the time, and got away from that conversation as fast as I could. My father seemed to delight in finding Read More

My friend Monica recently wrote to me about her upcoming trip to England. It will be her first trip overseas. I couldn’t help her with suggestions about things to see or do in England since I’ve only been to Scotland. But I was able to give some advice on security.

With travel apps, travel sites, bloggers rambling on about their adventures, guide books, and a plethora of travel related magazines, it seems like any needed answer would be forthcoming Read More