Huesca meant the end of the line for train travel. We arrived around 9 p.m. in a small northeastern Spanish town that serves as a gateway to the Pyrenees. We still needed to get to another small town called Biescas, 90 miles away, where we had a hotel booked. We...
Excerpts from Chapter Four, from the book, I’ve Gotta Pack Flora …Our guide on this trip, Alejo, was perched on the curb with a Mountain Travel Sobeksign in his hand. He had collected the other five members of our group as I approached and exchanged greetings with new...
Tuscany, Italy 2006 I was traveling with three friends in the storied Tuscan landscape of Italy, walking through hillside vineyards, drinking wine under olive trees, and absorbing a lesson in Brunello winemaking, one of the region’s wine superstars. Ten days was not...
An excerpt from the book, I've Gotta Pack As if by magic, 13 mountain bikes had been loaded on to a rack atop the van and when we stopped at the crest of the hilltop, we all unloaded and then a process unfolded of picking out a suitably sized bike, helmet and gloves....
From Chapter 2: Wild Africa An excerpt from the book, I've Gotta Pack ...At midnight I heard the wake-up call, so I slid out of my sleeping bag and started layering for the cold. It was about 30 degrees and very windy. Theresa and I locked eyes for a moment as we...
I thought I would include a magazine article submission for this entry. It sure is difficult to condense trips into 700 words but I gave it shot. Hope you enjoy the Liver Dance! It was total culture shock; I flew from Barcelona, Spain to Dublin, Ireland and traded...