Waking up on the first day of vacation, when all the adventures are still ahead of you, is a wonderful thing…. given two things: how kindly jetlag is treating you and whether you need to set up an alarm for waking up. My staying up late the night before paid off. I woke up before … More Dipping Churros and Artistic Disappointment
The plane landed at Madrid airport at 10:30am on a direct and blessedly quiet flight from San Juan on Iberia. Entirely forgettable flight. The good kind of flight. The challenge -as it always is- was to strike the perfect balance between staying hydrated and minimizing trips to the restroom. And that was the only one … More ¡Hola Madrid! Let’s Do This
Early in 2017 I started planning a trip to Spain with my sister, my absolute favorite destination. It was to be her 1st time visiting so we (well, mostly I) struggled to find an itinerary that would fit her 10 available days, give her a chance to savor a few of the many flavors of … More Hurricane María and The Unexpectedly Solo Trip
2017 has not been an easy year. Matter of fact it has been a hell of a year. The kind of year that has left most of us battered, bruised, and bleeding. Yet, at the end of it, most of us remain here. We are still standing. No small feat. The ‘badness’ actually started in … More A Year to Be Proud
I’m just getting over a nasty cough I have had for over a month. A dry, hacking cough that would not get better and made everyone around me think that they need to call 911 to keep me from dying. My lungs were not congested, it was not asthma, I could exercise without problems, and I … More The Porcupine In My Throat
We started our day in the town of Amalfi and made our way to Salerno via ferry boat without much effort. Forget buses, trains or taxis; boats are the way to move along the coast. The Europcar office was a 3-minute walk away from the dock.The rental car package I had selected included basic insurance … More The Road From Salerno to Paestum
There was a very specific reason for choosing Amalfi to spend these two nights in the region. And it had not been an easy choice; my heart kept hearing the siren’s call of picture-perfect Positano. I had dreamt of sitting high above the endless sea, on a bougainvillea-shaded terrace with a magnificent view, sipping overpriced white wine … More Unassuming Amalfi
