Hello again, Blogonauts! Well, I'm home. There were no noticeable slip-ups in my return from Iceland. Delta landed the plane a few minutes early. Customs and border control at Logan Airport created fewer headaches than ever. And my 3-hour drive to pick up Bergen and bring us both back home to New Hampshire was simply routine. After 2 weeks of touring one country, there were a few overall impressions that didn't fit well into any single blog entry. So in the int...

Hello again, Blognauts! It has been a while! Did you miss my mini mobile missives? If so, there's a treat ahead. Beginning February 22, I will start an 18-day journey through India. And you will find posted here a host of photos and a rack of writings about the experience. (In case you wonder why my travels entered radio-silence, let me explain. At the end of 2016, the TravelPod site vanished into the Internet ether, never to be seen again. Finding a replacemen...

Each voyage requires a beginning, a departure, a launch. And yet, just as it is with many well-told tales, personal adventures sometimes begin with a prologue … a notable twist early in life's narrative that tilts the head toward an unexpected horizon. The beginning of the proverbial long journey, in other words, can far precede its first actual step. As I write this, I am sitting aisle-side on an airplane, bound for Italy. And this journey, as you might...

Hello again, Blogonauts! Here are a few highlights from my last 24 hours in Paris: Saturday evening was splurge time, so I had dinner at Brasserie Bofinger, a lovely old Parisian institution. If you must wait in line for a table, the maître d' hands you a card containing the name of a classical composer. When he calls out the the composer's name, your table is ready. So once I heard "Haydn," I stepped out from the shadows and was escorted up the stairs...

Boarding a transatlantic plane again? So soon? I eagerly answer, with a wink and a grin, "Yes! This afternoon!" Hello again, Blogonauts! Another junket is about to begin. Even as my plane ascended from Charles de Gaulle Airport last August, I felt a strong urge to return to France and to poke my nose elsewhere around Europe. That loosened Wanderlust grew into an inescapable, insistent itch. Consequently, as New England headed from autumn into its winter deep-...