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Thursday, August 17, 2017
He couldn’t be a converso. But he could be a Gitano.   He has the song that echoes of his fathers. It was a primitive cry. A sort of spiritual chant but somewhere along the rustic lines and the shattering jondo...
  Most everyday at six, old wooden carts pass and move along the narrow cobblestoned alleyways hauling merchandise of freshly picked cucumbers, tomatoes, nuts and assorted vegetables. Here at the Grand Bazaar, farmers in their turbans make up the early...
 Either he picked up the wrong colors or has probably run out of paint; Paul Cézanne, the most rebellious of the 19th-century French artists, painted his work of art “Le Lac d’Annecy” – unromantically.  It was July 1896 at Talloires...

WHEN IN CEBU

  There was nothing but the gentle lapping, splashing and sedating sound of the waves, and the occasional cry of a passing gaff-rigged motorboat or the crisp April zephyr blowing from the shore of Punta Engaño on the Island of...
 It’s inescapable.  In the nucleus of Pantai Dalit Beach in Tuaran, hidden amidst the nature reserve, half an hour north of Sabah’s capital, Kota Kinabalu; lies a slice of paradise that sets the scene for one of the world’s greatest...
  When William Graves opened the door of his father’s old casa in the undulating side of Deià on the island of Majorca, his eyes twinkled. Elena, whom he had been married to for 48 years, was with him. He was...
  From the deck of a speeding motor boat scuttling along at 25 knots, I saw Sabah’s capital; Kota Kinabalu growing fainter every second until it finally blended in with the surrounding colors of blue and green and patches of...
  The strong smell of black coffee, served in a plastic cup no bigger than a shot glass startled me from my deep slumber.   As one flight attendant pushed the cart forward, tightly squeezing it along the narrow neon-lit aisle while...
  The sight of a solid, 20-inch bluish-green body adorned with protruding red spots greeted us.   In perfect stillness, I saw him glued to the wall like an exquisite adornment. His physical demeanor told me to stay away. Yet the more...
“You don’t wake up in the morning with the sound of a boorish alarm clock like a cat that’s hit by a pan. You don’t scuttle, walk like a zombie and hurriedly go downstairs for a sip of coffee...

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