Travel Journal

I took a deep breath and my lungs filled with a clean ancient air. It…

The steep peak that Château du Haut-Kœnigsbourg calls home is hardly a precarious, craggy point.…

Out the front door of the apartment, north across the pedestrian street and an access…

The classic convertible roadster weaved left and right on the ribbon road in front of…

From out of nowhere the beer appeared on the table in front of me. Only…

I have a mixed relationship with food. I’m certainly not a foodie but I’m quite…

The furrow in my brow did nothing to resolve my perplexion, and I used it…

The high grass made a crunching sound as my feet increased their speed to a…

Burgundy has a precision sophistication. A patina of centuries-old ware dates everything, yet each stone…

The sounds of loud, fastly-spoken French swarmed through the air. Calloused, sunkissed hands blurred with…