informerly known as Czecha
The evening of my fourth night in Mala Strana (Lesser Town; Prague), I walked by a long strip of stores, bars, and side streets dotting the area and providing casual meeting places lit by modern lanterns that glow and remind me of a fading color postcard. The sun is setting, and I am simply wandering to the River Vltava feeling lost, awash in . . .
I enjoy hindsight. Looking back at a particular moment and re-examining it with a fresh perspective usually comes with regret for a direction we did not take or knowledge we would not have until later.
In this case, I have no regrets only appreciation.
As I wrote this post and reviewed the photos from my trip to Taipei, I realized . . .
State of Catalunya
I've become fascinated with history culminating in 1492, including the 1469 marriage of Isabella of Castilla and Ferdinand of Aragon, the early Romans who entered Spain (Hispaniola as the Romans called it or España now, and the region the Greeks called Iberia). Just past the Pyrenees is the region known as Catalonia and my newfound . . .
We sat in the backseat of our taxi already anxious to officially arrive in Panama City. The rows of cars stretched four across and into a horizon of high rises that highlighted the Canal Spiral Building. The humidity was kept at bay by the air conditioning, while the Gulf of Panama reflected the sun into a million tiny frays and into our . . .
Salsa capital of the world.
Telling most people that you're going to Colombia may result in a confused or worried look followed by a question as to“why”. Then images of drug cartels, seedy characters, and un-touristic locales dance in their imagination and they wonder, “Why didn't you just go to the Caribbean?”. Yet as I lay by a wall in the . . .
Home of the Original Mardi Gras.
They roamed the night drunk, loud, and looking for entertainment. Chugging perhaps a homemade brew gave them the strength to carry on toward an unknown destination. Their awkward motions shifted between the passing back and forth of liquor and the signs of fatigue and boredom as drops of their unknown concoction made their conversations . . .
Open any magazine that has a feature about the Maldives and you will see huge cabanas swaying over the water, exotic tree house hotels that look as if they where taken out of Swiss Family Robinson, personal concierges waiting at your beckon and call and a chance meeting with a celebrity who has rented an island. Here, you will not only . . .