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Today was the kind of day that made mincemeat of the rest of the soppy, soggy, drippy, coldish, work-packed, tired, gray days of the past we...

It should be this way: you're about to travel to Greece, you read all you can so that you are informed once you're there. It's...

In the early evening, Ed and I come back to the farmhouse (we'd met up at Paul's for a post work drink -- cappuccino for me, a bit o...

One day you're flying, or, at least, filming clips of goats flying down a hillside and the next, you're barely tottering out there, ...

Sleeping Arrangements Evening. Ed retires upstairs early. I hear him wheezing and coughing and I think -- this does not sound good. I go ...

This quite likely is the coldest day of 2013 (and I mean all the days ahead of us, as well as the earlier ones of this month). Maybe somewh...

We lug  in groceries and packs and stacks of mail. I turn on the lights. Finally, we're both home again at the farmhouse. (Ed sticks to ...

It was a beastly early departure from Istanbul. So be it. You work with what's available. Connecting through Amsterdam, I force myself t...

I have no splendid views for you today. No renowned sights, no pretty displays of food. In the photos that I'll soon load, the colors ma...