It’s been a while, but I’ve ridden a lot over the years, I told the English woman on the phone last night. I’d thought a two-hour ride through the hills above Antigua would be fun. You do use Western saddles, don’t you? In her polite British accent, she set me straight: only English riding there. You may know that English-riding enthusiasts look down on Western: You call those saddles? They’re armchairs. If English riding is […]
Read moreMonth: January 2012
Madrugada
You know what’s a pretty word? Madrugada. (It means dawn.) Poor Eleni. Every time we video chat, I give her a cursory greeting and then it’s Where’s Emmy? I want to talk to my baby! The good girl that she is, Eleni produces for the camera one perfect grandchild. I open my mouth as wide as I can. So does Emmy. Emmy wiggles her two index fingers at me, redrum style, and I do the […]
Read moreLove Among the Ruins
As much as I love my bloggy, it’ll be a relief to put it to bed for the foreseeable future, once I get home. In the meantime, I’m glad to have a record of my journey. And so it continues… I walked into town at 8:00 a.m. to get coffee since I was out of tea. My stomach thought that was one of my stupider ideas. I came upon a band of wee ones at […]
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