Author: Jennifer Walker
It took an Aperol Spritz and thirty minutes on a vaparetto to forget the dizziness. My first solo trip, and I had to sit down and breathe in the …
“This was a stupid idea!” I grumble as I take another shot of brandy. I look outside the door of the smoky bar watching the fat raindrops splash into …
“Miss, do you want to see how incense is made?” a small Indian boy asks as I amble through the perfumed streets of Mysore’s Devaraja Market. The slightest …
The peaks of the Caucasus Mountains dwarf the crumbling defensive towers that are doing their best to reach up to the sky. High above the rest of Europe, for …
Finding myself at the base of “La Reconquista,” Melilla’s finest example of Art Nouveau architecture, I forget I’ve crossed continents from Spain into North Africa. As my eyes wander …
