USA_Missouri_Hannibal Mississippi River sunset

Since we only live a few blocks from the Mississippi River, we have this ineffable attraction to it. Actually, we could describe it. Mark Twain certainly did, but we’re not quite as adept with words as he is. So, we photograph and dream. This photo, and dream, is from Twain’s home town of Hannibal, Missouri.


This is a Turkish memorial, with a statue of Kemal Mustafa, who later became known as Ataturk, the father of the modern Turkish nation.

Ancient Battlefields of Turkey

We’re about five hours into a seven-hour Turkish bus ride from Canakkale (near Gallipoli) to Selcuk (near Ephesus) so I’m being dry roasted by the bus’s heating system and a bit distracted by the ignored prohibition against cell phone use. Only three people are talking loudly now, so it’s actually a bit better than before. […]

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Castellano According to Kristin Henning

Kris: “How do you say ‘piss’?” Tom: “You could say ‘hacer un pis’ but the polite way is ‘orinar’.” Kris: “Wait. How do you say ‘pray’?” Tom: “That’s ‘orar’.” Kris: “No wonder I get confused.” Later. (Background: we just came from Madrid, where there were 1 million youth pilgrims for World Youth Day.) Kris: “Bilbao […]

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Ernest Hemingway

On Journalism and Bullfights in Madrid

Madrileños, unlike most denizens of big cities, are genuinely friendly and eager to talk about their city, Spain, and almost anything else you want to discuss. Our first night here, we had a discussion about journalism and its position as a profession in Spanish society over beers and a plate of olives at an outdoor […]

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Steam at dawn in the Valle de Tatio.

The Atacama, with Interruptions

Our weekend trip to San Pedro de Atacama was a little anti-climactic for me. Evidently, I had eaten something which didn’t agree with me sometime during the previous week and it sort of came on all of a sudden–and I do mean all of a sudden–on our second day of a three day trip. So, […]

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