Name: Graham Humphreys Occupation: High Tech transplant Hometown: New to San Francisco from London What makes a London lad tick? Well lasses, the answer to these ten questions should put some wind in your willows! Graham Humphreys writes British songs and makes American advertisements. He knows London better than most—he was rained on there for…
by Susan Mary McReynolds I confess. Up until just a few years ago, I was still a virgin tippler. But I took a deep breath and plunged right into the fragrant well of Scottish single malt whisky. Serendipity made me do it. My good friend Sheila, a Glasgow native, had two tickets to Whiskies of…
by Audrey Mei I did hear some peeps and squeaks from some of you since I didn’t send out a travelogue for two weeks, so here it is! After Rome, I stayed briefly in Florence, where the eyes nearly go blind from the wealth of artwork collected by the Medici family. Michelangelo’s David (completed when…
by Cheryl Dalhe In December of 2001, writer Cheryl Dahle visited the frozen continent with two polar explorers, Ann Bancroft and Liv Arnesen, whose story she was researching and writing. This is the story of her trip. The book about the explorers, No Horizon is So Far, is available from Penguin Paperback (www.bancroftarnesenexplore.com). * *…
by Wanda Medina My first taste of the pura vida began on Playa Espadilla in Manuel Antonio, Costa Rica. It was there that I was able to overcome one of my greatest fears and truly understand what I was made of. I had always been petrified of waves, and an incident in Mexico years ago…
by Roxanne Van Leuven It’s that time of year again, when you reluctantly put away your summer dresses and dig through your drawers for your warm winter woolies. The cold season is fast upon us, but this year’s hottest look will give you anything but the winter blues! With the uniform styling of the marching…
Ram climbed the mountain with a pot of tea to surprise us when we descended from the glacier, exhausted and dehydrated. I’ll always carry his sheepish, proud smile with me, along with the memory of that delicious tea, the taste of nectar. This and many other remembrances of Nepal will stay with me. Mountains. Mists….