Autumn around Fitou
When I left my village last spring the earth was just waking up and bursting from its winter shell. Shoots of bright green…
Read MoreWhen I left my village last spring the earth was just waking up and bursting from its winter shell. Shoots of bright green…
Read MoreI love animals. Kitties, puppies — those are easy. Cows and pigs? Sure thing. Pigeons? I feed ‘em where I see ‘em and…
Read MoreOn the train back to Fitou from Barcelona yesterday there was a French couple sitting in front of me with their baby. Robert…
Read MoreBefore explaining the degree to which Barceloneta beach sucks, I should probably acknowledge that I am hardly a connoisseur of beaches. There are…
Read MoreMosquitos love me. From my earliest days they romped around me and delighted in my juices while ignoring the rest of my family….
Read MoreDo you have a special place? I have a special place but didn’t know that’s what it was until a few months ago,…
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