My Fairy-Tale Life, by Steven Boone

The image, called The Traveler, is blurry. The mysterious human subject is a man but has been mistaken as woman. Strange light and shadow ...

Before Amy and I set foot in Madrid, Spain, I was already eager to be there. It is one of the great destination cities of the world for ...

  Can it be we have arrived back to where we began? It feels as though a thousand suns have risen and set; not the sixty we experienced...

View of the old tannery, Fes, Morocco Our taxi drive from Chefchaouen to Fes, Morocco, took just over three hours. After a brief wait ...

  Blue the color of the sky covers the walls in Chefchaouen , Morocco—founded in 1471. It is said to symbolize the sky and heaven, and...

The little cobbled streets bend and turn in every direction. An average sized American car would be useless. Amy and I have arrived in Ro...

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 ...