by Catherine Watson
I have learned to believe in the mystical connection of people and places. At its strongest, that connection is what I think of as “home.” It has come to me, at times, on trips — come in inklings, in waves, in glimpses.
It always starts with a kind of recognition — not deja-vu [...]

by Terri Hinte
Somewhere between the twin poles of obsessive itinerary-planning and utter surrender to serendipity is my preferred travel style: I arrive at a destination with one fervent wish. I ask the local guides (and gods) to grant it, though I never have any idea how this will come to pass. Then I watch it [...]

by Pamela Alma Bass
The tiny sweaters catch my eye every time I pass them on my way to the biblioteca, or the mercado. They dangle from small plastic hangers on the open wooden doors of the shop, beckoning me with their multicolored shouts, little silk ribbons waving in the wind, teasing me with their cry [...]