We stayed in Parikia, a charming port that manages to be both a gaudy beach town and a pretty old Mediterranean village, with whitewashed alleyways, covered at this time of year with bougainvillea blooms.
My Own Private Iliad
My Own Private Odyssey
If I felt my knowledge of history was inadequate when visiting Spain in March, its times two in Athens.
I don’t like cricket.
I love it. And by cricket, I mean test cricket: matches that last for days, scores that run into the hundreds, game officials dressed like scientists. They stop the game for lunch, and then later for tea time, before resuming until the light fades. It is all very unfamiliar and, frankly, weird. And by loving [...]
Baŕkeno
In all likelihood, you’ve been to Barcelona, so you know the highlights.
GR 92
Andrew and I had hoped to squeeze a day of skiing in the Pyrenees1, but it didn't happen2 So after Girona, we headed to Begur to meet up with Izzy and explore the GR 92, a hiking trail along the Costa Brava. The first section we hiked connects Begur to the Mediterranean. The best part [...]
