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O Parador do Santiago
To walk under the arch into the parador at Santiago de Compostela is to complete a pilgrimage even if only from your car outside the plaza. The old walls of the former hospital calm and heal you with their cool, quiet depths, as they must have travelers and penitents—and kings—centuries ago. We came to Santiago…
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Today At FL340
In the past 10 weeks I’ve crossed the Atlantic four times—twice for work and twice for family matters both sublime and deeply sad. It’s enough to make me think my frequent flyer status is due for an upgrade. But no, those rules have changed, and the means by which we can make airline travel a…
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Post-(Apo)Calypso Cascades
I needed the mountains like oxygen…ironic, since I was already more than a mile high in Denver on that fateful Friday. My heart, already heavy from the loss of Anthony Bourdain that morning, didn’t know even worse news lay ahead: My former brother-in-law, still family, would also count that day as his last. We wound…
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Pliny and the Fig
My craft beer journey began before I knew it, having been introduced to excellent early adopters such as the Boulder Brewing Company and Flying Dog at the tail end of college. Once I found there was life beyond Coors Light, I started reading up on the movement, and soon noted rumors of the best beers…