Murals in the Jungle
Benjamin Schick in Cuba
Dust swept up and gravel crunched as the old military transport truck that had probably been on the island since before the Revolution, battered its way up the rustic mountain road. The chill of the morning air cracked across my face like a whip
Aby Davis (from Our Archives)
The spooky darkness below the plane was Iceland. A small island
poised above masses of red hot rock, straddling the north American
plate. Two nosy kids on a gap year, wanting to see something new.
Sevilla - The Belle Epoque
Sam North (From our archives)
Churches, Weddings and Towers of Gold
Kavanaugh gives proud alcoholics and men a bad name. I will not stand idly by and allow people to put him into any category I am in ...
I Love Politics
The Heinous Beauty of our Human Experiment - I understand politics. I get what happens to people and what it does to their brains ...
Curriculums - Spain in Turmoil
What is now emerging are refreshed nationalistic movements by other regions that are beginning to feel the ‘urge’ to review their own relationship with Spain
Tabytha Towe in Thailand
trust street meat or truck duck so much, but after a week here you forget
about hygiene, people haven't appeared to die from street food ...
Transcending the Bitter Path
Dr. Antonio Graceffo
Learning life lessons from my Japanese martial arts heroes - The pain of the fight will end when you either quit or win. The same is true of life.
San Francisco Days
One of the pleasures of retirement is having a second cup of coffee after breakfast.