But that day in the museum, it was I who held her hand in mine. It was my hand supporting her, reassuring her, protecting her.
Has anything changed at America’s airports? We wear masks—carts are still not free and America is still not hospitable.
Sometimes it’s just better to take the time to optimize.
Bon appétit. Try it, you might like it. Then again, who knows?
As I try to find inspiration for these blogs and to promote (shamelessly) the release in October of my new book, The Wanderer, I have started to rummage through old travel journals—some dating back fifty years. However, an email resurrected memories from this particular trip and the title of this blog. You might think thatContinue reading “There Will Be a Sign”