John Michael Flynn/Travel in Russia’s Far East
Dehydrated, constipated, stiff in the neck, I look around Novy airport and spot travelers who appear to suffer similar discomforts. I like knowing we share these. The room isn’t heated well. Yet none appear cold. I’ve learned that…
Navigating Sicily/Travel
Photo by Vidar Nordli-Mathisen on Unsplash *** Navigating Sicily by Carol Severino Contributing Writer s an Italian American (half Sicilian, one-quarter Neapolitan) who takes Italian courses and...
Montreal/Travel
The Entertainment Scene In Montréal Montréal has become one of North America’s most beloved and commonly recommended cities in recent years. There isn’t necessarily a data point to prove this, but if you pay regular attention to travel commentary online you’ll...
Stephen Poleskie/Then & Now
Lorry passengers unloading in downtown Bo, Sierra Leone, Stephen Poleskie photo, 1973 Talking of Travels by Stephen Poleskie few weeks ago a good friend of mine, who I hadn’t seen in some time,...
O. Alan Weltzien/Travel
Photo by Mukiibi John Elijah on Unsplash *** In The Marketplace by O. Alan Weltzien y wife are I are on a mission as the taxi deposits us on Bogyoke Aung San Road, on the southwest corner of the Market...
Evan Balkan/Travel
How do you make sense of a place? Perhaps years from now, I’ll remember little about Quito’s noise. I’ll probably forget that I didn’t sleep much. I’ll not be able to recall the perpetual tickle in my throat or the burn in my eyes. All that will fade away.
Ocean Ghosts/Ben White
And I was haunted. All the way across the ocean on the way to Tokyo to celebrate the 40th anniversary of the Japanese Coast Guard, I was haunted by the sea, the stories, the history, the unknown, the traditions, the journey. The haunting itself is a ghost.
Ewa Mazierska/Travel
The Scarves from Candolim by Ewa Mazierska Contributing Writer rom my holiday in Candolim in India I brought home fifteen scarves. They were sold to me by Lisa, a beach vendor, working on...
A New Zimbabwe
We picked up Renée, our seasoned 4×4 Toyota Prado in Lusaka, spent a day gathering supplies, and were on the road to Livingstone when we realized that we lacked enough Zambian Kwacha for the toll gates. At each town we passed, long lines stretched outside the banks and ATMs. It was two days before Christmas…
“The Time I Unearthed a Human Skull”/Jessie Atkin
Home on the range for the archaeology students' first outing was a quonset hut shared by them and the team leaders. *** Melvin Diggory: Or the Time I Unearthed a Human Skull by Jessie Atkin Contributing Writer [dropcap style="font-size: 52px; color:...
Dan Morey/Travel
Dan Morey Photo A ruin along the Appian Way. Lost in the Catacombs of Rome by Dan Morey egun in 312 BC, the Appian Way once stretched from Rome all the way to Brindisi on the Apulian coast. Over the...
David Gittens/S. Korea Mon Amour
Photo: Kisoon Choi “Only Hearts” Art/Peace Project Sharing the peacemaking visions of 3,500 Sarasota, Florida students with students in Chungju, South Korea aking our Florida-grown art/peace project to...
Jennifer Love/Travel
I haven’t been in a church since my grandfather’s funeral over a year ago, but now that I’m traveling in Mexico, I’m checking out churches like a regular Catholic pilgrim. I’m addicted to the fraudulent feelings I get each time I…
Lauren Johnson/Travel
My Roman classmates blamed the trash on the government corruption. For years, organized crime syndicates had been managing the contracts for sanitation services—primarily as a cover. Under mafia groups, the sanitation workers were well paid (or perhaps better paid than they are now) and could clock in at their leisure. Over the past year, the municipal government has been working to replace the corrupt contracts with legitimate ones. Virginia Raggi, Rome’s recently elected first woman mayor, promises to clean up the mess. In the meantime, garbage will continue to be an essential part of the Roman milieu.
Celeste Hamilton Dennis/World
Craig and I watch Los Angeles-based Maya Mackrandilal’s Kal/Pani, a video installation whose title references the blackwater creeks found throughout Guyana, and think of our friend Mr. Reece, a man of great character who could a climb a coconut tree as deftly as he could argue that teachers be paid their fair wages. It was with him we took a trip down the Berbice River and learned how to hunt wild boar. A few years later, he too moved “outside” to Philadelphia and began working as a stocker at Walmart so his daughter could live out her dream of becoming an engineer and his son, a doctor.
Kelly Gammon White/Travel
All photos by Kelly Gammon White Inishbofin Island, off the coast of Connemara in the West of Ireland. A great place to walk, if you keep an eye out for sheep and such. *** Why Ireland? By Kelly Gammon White [dropcap style="font-size: 46px;...
The Land of The Sleeping Buddha/Rishi Shankar
We had the barest glimpse of the Sleeping Buddha at Tumling. And it was foggy and cloudy from then onwards. We waited for the skies to clear up as we reached Kalpokhrey, but they did not relent. An old woman with a heavily lined forehead framed in a first floor window is turning a prayer wheel, chanting in a low voice. We camped at All near Sandakphu and woke up to a bitterly cold and foggy morning. We made our way to Sabargram and experienced hailstones.
Chelsea Horne/Desperate Times in Argentina
Crime does not discriminate. Even in Recoleta, Buenos Aires, one of the wealthiest, safest neighborhoods, citizens are robbed. Efrain, a long-time resident of the area, told a story about how one elderly woman was robbed, at her very doorstep. Twice in one month.