My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

After leaving cosmopolitan Granada, Spain, Amy and I have gone north. Every night in bed we read from Don Quixote, written by Miguel de ...

Until death it is all life” ― Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra, Don Quixote Now that we are in Spain, a curious ritual has arrived unexpecte...

Goodbye Mexico, until we meet again . . . hasta luego! As the Grateful Dead said, “What a long strange trip its been.” Tonight we ...

  Now that Amy and I are in Mexico, we give ourselves to surprise and the unexpected. Being in Oaxaca during the celebration of Dia de ...

We are both a bit thunderstruck—hit by lightning; not burned but filled with a higher vibration from heaven that gleams with light. Bar...

  Amy gave me a special potion and offhandedly said, “This will give you sweet dreams.” It is YIang Ylang and comes from flowers that g...

  I stumbled upon a shrine someone made and hid in the woods. Intoxicated with mountain fever and wandering off a trail at upper elevat...

  We all knew it was a message of love coming from heaven above. A once in a lifetime display never to be seen again. It’s been nin...

The picture of the bandaged head hanging from a clothesline with an ear pinned next to it took her by surprise. The young woman had been...

I was in Buenos Aires and had to get to a tango performance or my stay there would not be complete. The show at Café Tortoni started at...

  I love community celebrations where friends and family come together for festivity and conviviality. Among celebrations in the Unit...