My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

I feel I am just beginning to scratch under the surface of Berlin and German culture. A short stay is not enough to get through the seemingl...

It was not long ago that Germany was an empire in ruins, divided in two parts, almost schizophrenic. Add to that the national horror of its ...

I feel like a bee, flying from flower to flower, gathering pollen and cross-pollinating as well. Today is a long journey over changing lands...

I have been traveling for six months now, and today I wondered, where am I? Of course I know that I am in Florence, Italy, but there is a pa...

THE DREAM has re-united me with my daughter Sarah in Italy. I had not planned to return here so soon, but the currents of life and affecti...

Written Saturday, July 5th, posted Sunday Several years ago, after a dental checkup, my dentist, an excellent physician, told me he discover...

I have once again found my way to the remote mountain village of Darrical, ( see my blog of May, 2007 ) where my friends Carol and Rolf liv...

The surface of the moon became a stage when the astronauts landed there, and Madrid became my stage when I landed here. I have taken to th...

Fate brought me to Madrid , and I am glad. It was not my intention to come here, but I need to repair my camera lens, and also, get a visa t...

What is the difference between our dreaming and wakened consciousness? Sleep is often maligned as the poorer cousin of wakened consciousness...

Granada, Spain and I have mixed together so much that our boundaries are now obscure. Textures, winding cobbled streets, sounds of clapping ...