My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

Europe has come home with me to the United States. Friendships forged in Italy, Spain and France, continue here. I lost weight on my travels...

Time is relativity, which helps explain why five days in Paris, now that I am leaving, seems like one. In Spain, my hours extended languidly...

I sat down with a couple of friends at a table outdoors at a crowded Paris café in the Latin Quarter. The evening was approaching midnight, ...

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...