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Nice, France
Friday, December 15, 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...
I would really like, in fact, to be born again in another two hundred years' time." Anyone who has read Alessandro Manzoni, Milan’s eloquent native son in his compelling 18th century novel “The Betrothed” or “I Promessi Sposi” as endearingly...
  Cruseilles, France - On a steep, narrow country road at 1,150 meters above sea level, my travel partner accelerated the engine aiming at the waggish sound of alpine bells.  As herdsmen rallied the cows to graze on the undulating...
In many ways, a story can always be written and at times, be told. If I have to start mine, I’d like begin in the region of Bordeaux.   Now, this is a story about passion, patience and tradition. Like stories...
  Through the large glass paneled windows blurred by the cold mist of the Andalusian winter, the clip-clop of well-shod hooves from the carriage horses striking the solid cobblestones streams in muffled and mellow. Dialogue swells across the dusty tavern...
  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...
“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...
Winter is like of my neighbor’s receding hairline. Its decline is subtle and gradual. Inconspicuous from day to day. Yet, while seasons regenerate and are renewed by annual equinoxes, his crowning glory showed no signs of recovery. Sitting at the...

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...
  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...

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