Ah… Traveling!

Magic, I find, happens where you least expect it. That’s the oldest magician’s trick, isn’t it? A little misdirection to divert the audience’s attention. “Look here! Look here!” the magician cries, because the sleight of hand is happening the other way, and where misdirection and craft meet – VOILA! – magic. Travel can be like…

Remember that time I went to Italy and it took me five months to write about it? The funny part is I saved Italy for last because, though I know it’s cliche, Italy was, in fact, the place that grabbed me most. Sixteen-euro, thimble-sized Hemingway Bellinis, authentic food at establishments that may or may not…

Here we are with this title that sounds so stereotypical, but, with Fringe and the Military Tattoo taking place while we were in Edinburgh, was actually quite literal. There were bagpipes. Many. Also hills. Those too were most literal. And some serious ass-busters. Anyway Edinburgh… my haggis, what can I say? A smallish sort of city with organic restaurants and an organic grocery…

Just before going to sleep last night, at about one a.m. Central Time, it occurred to me it was my last full day in the U.S. for at least seven and a half months. That means no Whole Foods with seed bread, or car that waits in the driveway for whenever I decide to use it,…

A hellacious travel experience has led way to utter beauty. We hiked to the top of Diamond Head. And despite the fact that it is trailed the entire way and, therefore, sounds like an easy climb… heh, it’s a real hike. I loved it on the way back down, seeing the people at the top…