Many years ago my father, then a young idealist, fought to defend Catalonia against Franco’s forces in the last battles of the Spanish Civil War. He ended up exiled in a concentration camp in France where he endured inhuman, unspeakable living conditions.
When eventually he was allowed to return to Spain, he managed to lock away…
Feb 25 2017
Versió en català aquí
I’m pretty sure that when I’m on my deathbed looking back at my life, one of the things I’ll be most glad I did not miss is Carnival in Rio de Janeiro.
And I don’t mean watching the parade.
I mean being in the parade, feathers and all!
You want to measure what?
At the time,…
Feb 25 2017
English version here
Cada any, quan arriben els dies de Carnaval dono gràcies de no haver-me perdut el més fantàstic de tots, el Rio de Janeiro.
I no em refereixo a mirar-lo des de les grades, no, sinó a desfilar, plomes i tot!
Parlo dels anys 1997 i ’98, quan vaig estar molt de temps treballant a São…
Jan 06 2017
Some see retirement a glass-half-full, half-empty proposition.
I see mine overflowing with possibilities.
Having just ended a long career in corporate communications, I am now looking forward to spreading my wings and exploring new horizons.
Speaking of spreading my wings, let’s start with my new-found interest in the outdoors.
This former “if-it’s outdoors-I-haven’t-been-there” bookworm is venturing outside, nature journal…
Sep 06 2013
One of my favorite things about car trips around the South is spotting a boiled-peanuts stand on the side of the road. Must stop for the salty treat and a taste of country culture. The stand below can be found before entering the bridge to St. George Island in the Florida Panhandle.