The many strange birds

Trump has followed us here, of course.  He trailed us in Stockholm, bussed through the Baltic States, and into our Airbnbs, a wildly gesticulating shadow slipping in and out of our conversations with strangers, acquaintances, hosts, friends.  They want to know where he came from, why he has such strong support, where it will all... Continue Reading →

The one where we are inducted into our village

  “I met Socrates today,” my husband said with a grin. He had lugged five books across Europe – after lecturing me about bringing one purse – most of them philosophy, so the comment wasn't entirely strange. “I was sitting outside the little shop down the road, and the owner came out and started talking... Continue Reading →

On time and longevity and curved roads

“Give me two minutes, and I'll have this done for you,” the tanned, mid-40's Ikarian woman said with a smile, and began chatting on the phone. Martin and I sat on a couch in the small car-rental office, watching a video of the nicest beaches in Ikaria. The camera flew along pristine lengths of rocky... Continue Reading →

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