Beautiful Madame Sylvie felt her lungs tighten and her throat burn. Her grey and wrinkled mother looked at her and asked if she was Ok. “No,” she answered. Then her eyes bulged and she gasped for breath. There was none…
I walked the hill to the fort above the Goa Resort and the Russians didn’t like it. “It is too hot. Get on.” Scooter after scooter passed me, stopped, waited for me to reach them then offered me a ride. …
From the ancient stone villages and fortified chateaux of the Knights Templar dotting the foothills that turn to the great wine plains of the Gare, Garrone and to Aquitaine it looks like a lonely outpost of bristling towers and domes…
It seems odd from here at Lady of Lourdes I attended Mass for the first time in 25 years. I must have gotten caught up in all the excitement of a service at Lady of Lourdes. Or, maybe it was…
I walked straight up the mountain out of Bagnères-de-Bigorre at noon. The last of the autumn leaves were so thick they were like ice under my feet where the trail went steep; which was most places. I saw a Bearded…
Of course the Portuguese had gotten all out of control. Timayya had done his work well and the Bijapur kings were out of the way. Goa belonged to Portugal and everyone was rich from slaving and spices. Other than to…
The FULL Travel library is available here Part I: Colorado, France, Haiti, New Mexico and Vietnam available here You already know we're book hounds here at Around the World in Eighty Years. Heck, the name itself is an ode…
If I've learned anything about myself in 41 years of living it is this: I am, as my friend Victoria says, the "nomad-wanderer-gypsy-rambler-forever-traveler....." It is just me. It always has been and it always will be. I don’t typically get…
The full library is available here Part II is here -- You already know we're book hounds here at Around the World in Eighty Years. Heck, the name itself is an ode to the literature of travel. I never…
For me, quality travel literature goes beyond a travel journal or a simple list of dates and events. The “travel-adventure” genre is WAY overdone and generally quite boring to me. Travel literature is writing of high literary value that sets…
In my parents basement there was a series of colorful plywood doors. Behind the doors were piles of yellowed books crammed into a dark recess in the foundation. They were all of the books in the house. I never understood…
By eight o’clock in the morning we were bunched up with the boxes, sacks, mules, chickens, children farmers and merchants at the edge of the Artibonite River. Everyone talked at once and the crowd on the opposite shore whooped and…
