Category: Adventurer’s Index
The light dances, changing hues, shaping brilliance and shadow. It warms the evening and the soul. Take a stroll. It’s a chance to reflect and to lavish in the sunlight’s last hours.
By now, our third stay in the second-floor apartment of the solid house our landlady’s grandfather built early in the last century, Kathy and I […] Read More
We head home to Boston Saturday, and some of my students reiterated after our game of petanque this evening that they just don’t want to […] Read More
“I don’t want to talk to the person who is going to die in approximately 5 minutes,” Devon said, giggling. That would be me. I’d […] Read More
Nowhere else other than Aix am I able to live so completely in the moment. Perhaps it’s the 35-minute walk each morning down narrow streets […] Read More