Paris! I could barely breathe for the excitement. Madame Hall, our high school French teacher, had made it a mecca, the go-to place for anyone who was anyone. I’d spent an hour a day with her for three years, breathing in her sophistication and beauty along with the...
The main distinction in my memory of Wales is the combination of letters that named places, people, and things. There were Llanybydder, Gwyddgrug, Llanfihangel Rhos-y-Corn, and Bwkch-clawdd (with only one vowel in the entire two-word name). The accent made our common...
Hello to all! Yes, we’re traveling in the US, despite Corona. Crazy, many of you think, and you may be right, but we survived what we saw as the riskiest part of the plan – the flights – and we’re doing just fine. It helped a lot that the longest flight, from Tel Aviv...
The most famous of Whitby’s landmarks, the ruins of St Hilda’s Abbey sit at the top of a mammoth 199-step staircase. That’s where they’d put the town’s youth hostel. So up we climbed. We signed in and left our backpacks there. The hostel wasn’t open for...
“Let’s go take a look at more of the town,” I suggested to Terry after we’d descended the endless staircase. “I’d like to see what the ‘normal’ town looks like.” We walked around the downtown area, stopped at the local Boots drugstore for some essentials, and found a...