Past: The fresh green color of the field takes me back to when I was a child and my father used to buy fresh pistachios. Sitting around a garden table in the backyard, we would remove the skin, crack open the shell and eat the little treasure inside. …
Last night I had a dream but only remember fragments. My mother was speaking to my father: “I want to show you something; it’s my hair. Have you seen how grey it’s gotten?” There was emotion in her voice and a certain sense of urgency. …
There’s a water fountain in the village where we live. It’s old, likely built well over 50 years ago. Rectangular, made of thick stone, two zinc spouts a meter apart with cool, fresh water gently flowing all year round. …
Lines of cars waiting to take the highway toll ticket South of Perpignan, France…
It’s the first tollbooth after the Spanish border. We were driving to Barcelona from Switzerland and glad to be driving in the opposite direction. …
We were finishing dinner at a local campsite restaurant, when the owner (who is also the cook) walked out the front door leaving us in charge. The place was literally empty, no one else beside us. A good feeling came over me …
There are always signs in life, the ones that show the right path to take. Sometimes they’re as clear as mud while at others, simply hard to understand. Every day has its signs. …
Nature, tranquility and traces of humanity existing side by side. That’s what we found this morning taking a small detour on our way to the village grocery store. It was a surprise to find no one playing. The grass was short, soft …
Today was travel day. We drove from Northern Spain to central Switzerland. It was a blistering hot day, we had a full, heavy car and drove with the windows open all the way. Stopping often to wet our faces and hair felt good. We weren’t in a hurry. …
