I love taking pictures of distinctive manhole covers whenever I see them in my travels. I guess you might expect the ones in the Canary Islands to be a bit, well, tropical.
June 29, 2015
OK, I admit it. One of the reasons I love where I live is the rich diversity of ethnicities in my neighborhood. And every year, I look forward to the Grecian Festival put on by Taxiarchae/Archangels Greek Orthodox Church, a short walk from my house. Pastries galore. And Greek dinner items served up by smiling ladies, happy to be volunteering for their church community. But without a doubt, the jewel in the festival's culinary crown is the gyro sandwich that they sell. So good. I'm glad I got a chance to have one this year. And I'm so glad that there was no line when I arrived yesterday mid-afternoon. Because everyone was talking about how packed the festival had been the night before, how long the gyro line had been, people happily waiting over an hour for a sandwich. That good. Here's mine.
June 27, 2015
I am always horrified when I think of strangers to Boston arriving at Logan Airport, picking up a rental car and then trying to navigate not only the confusing streets but also some of the rudest drivers on the planet. Then I saw this sign as we were leaving the port area of this fabled city. Imagine arriving here with no knowledge of French much less Arabic.
June 26, 2015
Don't you think that Soberano is an odd name to give a whiskey? Whatever. This seemed the right photo for me to post as I've been soberano (sobrio, actually) for 33 years today. (To see how moist and toxic I looked on June 26, 1982, click here.)
June 25, 2015
Dr. Blake loves Lisbon. So it's no accident that this photo, taken as we were sailing downriver toward the Atlantic and off to Morocco, is a bit blurry and wistful. Or maybe he's relieved that our tall sails cleared the bridge just moments before. They almost didn't because we got a late start and just caught the unforgiving tides right with only inches to spare.
June 24, 2015
Off of Rossio, one of the main squares in Lisbon, there is a tiny storefront (about the width of two or three doors) where one can buy the regional cherry liqueur specialty, ginjinha, in tiny plastic cups. You can enjoy it neat or with a cherry or two in it. I've never tried it; I'm told it burns. For me, the attraction of the place is the people who hang out there. Here are some of them. One of the great thrills of travel for me is the realization that the world is much, much bigger than where I happen to live. Why, even the languages on the wall behind these men (all of which translate into: Lisbon, City of Tolerance) remind me of all the places I still have to visit.