Maurizio and I just got back from Istanbul. It was not the vacation we had in mind. I did get to see an ER facility in a local hospital in the capacity of patient, having collapsed because of what we…
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10 Notes on the National Park of Abruzzo, etc.
My story begins in Opi (see photo, left) in the heart of what is now the Parco Nazionale d’Abruzzo, Lazio e Molise (National Park of Abruzzo, Lazio and Molise). It is a lovely place of gentle wildness, not well enough…
Valley of Lost Cauliflowers
Today in the snowy valley of Canaan (locally: ka-NAN), West Virginia, Maurizio cross-country skis the miles of groomed trails at White Grass resort and I’m in our apartment with a sprained wrist, writing slowly. Cross-country seems to be a sport…
Visiting Opi
Here is one of the finer streets of Opi in Abruzzo, where my protagonist Irma found safety and yet the ultimately strangling circumstances that forced her to leave seems to be named for a pagan goddess of abundance. There is…
Caught in Junkaroo
This New Years we were in Nassau in The Bahamas where the Junkaroo street parade begins on New Years Day about 2 a.m. and beats on until noon. Wafted with weed and eating conch fritters, Maurizio and I watched huge…
Bequia and dry leaves
We just got back from a week sailing by Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, including the island of Bequia, with two main streets — Front Street and Back Street. A quiet, slow and lush island with elaborate, even stately bureaucracy…
