My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

It is almost three months since I left Santa Fe and arrived in Sicily. With only a few possessions, and without usual contacts with the outs...

SATURDAY, MAY 26 Walking into the ruins of a home arouses many thoughts and powerful emotions. To explore the remnants is to commune with gh...

May 22, “You will like it here,” Pepa said with a big smile as I got out of the car at Plaza Nuevo in the old, medieval quarter of Granada....

THURSDAY MAY 17 Carol asked me if during my travels, I get tired of a place and want to move on to the next adventure. In the ten weeks I ha...

TUESDAY, MAY 15 “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players. Each has his entrances and exits, and each one in hi...

THURSDAY MAY 10, Now I know what it is to be a bird following primeval callings, traveling across continents. In Darrical, Spain, I feel as ...

SUNDAY, MAY 6 Each time I think of leaving Venice, my heart says no. It is strange, the powerful grip I am in. Like a lover that cannot bear...

FRIDAY, May 4 People who know Venice understand that it is beautiful and grand, a place of joy, and also sad. Bells ring, violins play, a...

MONDAY, APRIL 30 Venice is a gilded dream, an exotic floating city attracting vessels from every port across the globe. People arrive in dro...

MONDAY, APRIL 23 It is impossible to imagine Italy without olive trees. The two have woven inextricably together over the centuries. Orchard...

Polignano, Italy He appeared with two friends and stood nearby, watching me paint. His friends interest soon waned and they caroused off, ...