What do you know about Ireland? Dublin is there. They’ve got beer and cliffs and a lucky stone. Chances are, you know somebody who has been there; maybe that somebody is you? This week, I got a first-timer’s...
The wings dipped down, veering vertically over the forest backdrop below. “It’s so green,” muttered a girl in the seat behind me. “It’s definitely not New York City.” No. It wasn’t New York, but it was the end of...
On the banks of the Tiber, just a few hundred yards from the the Vatican’s front door, you’ll find a guitar player. At least, that’s where I found him. He’ll be sitting on a busted amp, leaning against...
The Eternal City—Virgil called it that. He walked these streets and penned those words more than 1,900 years ago. Now, we just call it Rome.
The black mountain crackled beneath our feet with every step. 10,000 feet above the Mediterranean Sea, we were climbing Europe’s most active volcano.
I had no idea which way I was facing or how far I’d come, and there was no use in counting. The stairs trailed up forever. There was no use in stopping either. I had no place to...
“My friend, can you take a photo for us?” The Brazilian couple leaned against the marble bridge. They were about my age, and I think the picture turned out nice: the Siene flowing below them, the Louvre posing...
“It’s all still here,” I thought, as the little grey car rounded a bend beside a faded Canadian flag. “It looks the same.”
Hot coffee spilled from the vending machine, searing my hand. “Bonjour,” said a finely dressed man. I didn’t know what to say. It was painfully awkward, for a moment, the man staring at me, me staring silently into...
The dead man lay sprawling on the floor. His fingers were curled into a ball, shielding his head from the ground. His hair would have blown in the breeze, had there been any inside the British Museum. Somehow,...
