This world is a crowded place.

After living in Spain for 11 years, we returned last March to live in the US. Ever since that move, I have been increasingly disheartened about the future of my country of origin.

We all know the lines from the song—“Be it ever so humble, there´s no place like home.” As I watch in horror as the COVID-19 virus and political divisiveness devastates the US, I have a new version of those lines—“Be it ever so humble, there´s no place that´s home.”

It´s confession time.

A critique of this Netflix documentary.

Here I am on an Irish train, following my nose.

In the midst of a wet and cold day in Asturias this bright spot came to me.

Wonder what an Imaginaut might be? Read on . . .

A short boring piece about my birthday lunch!

One question that we had pondered during the months of our travel in the UK and Spain was: what to do about our residence in Catalonia. Here’s how we find ourselves in Oviedo and loving it.

Is it "authentic" or a modern invention? That is the question we asked on our pilgrimage from Santiago de Compostela to Finisterre. Join us for the journey.

Here we are on the Camino Fisterre. We are walking and wondering about developments in Catalona.

We arrived back at our home in Girona, Catalonia just in time for the run up to the hugely divisive referendum to be held on October 1. We chose to escape again and walk the trail from Santiago de Compostela to Finisterre.

The end of our 2017 walkabout in the British Isles. Conclusions and observations.

Our walkabout continues, this time to the Orkney Islands in Scotland.

The next part of our walkabout in the British Isles. This time it is Ireland.

Our "walkabout' in Wales following the ancient Roman road called Sarn Helen.

I'm starting to write for Fandango Life again. This is a short synopsis of the past year when I've not been posting.

My report and video about our recent trip to Finland to view the Aurora Borealis—the "Northern Lights."

Another take on the recent US elections.