My dad smiling ::

In May this year my parents went to Japan for three weeks. It's the first time they've been overseas in almost twelve years, and the longest time they've been overseas without my brother and I since 1985. When they came back they borrowed my laptop to show my aunts their travel photos. When they returned the laptop the photos were … Continue reading My dad smiling ::

Why swim with elephants? ::

I've had three blogs prior to this one. None of them exist today. I designed them for specific purposes and named them accordingly. That was their death knell. When I became disinterested in that purpose or felt constrained, the blog went to the glue factory. So when I started 'Swimming with Elephants', my chief desire … Continue reading Why swim with elephants? ::

In a city with many restaurants, the peasant’s food is king ::

In a city with many restaurants, the peasant’s food is king. In Berlin, it’s street vendor’s kebab. In Prague, bowls of hearty goulash. In Barcelona, it’s Can Paixano's signature dish. On Calle de la Reina Cristina, a slim alley between the sun-blasted colonnade of Port Vell and the shady Placa del Palau, Can Paixano’s dedicated … Continue reading In a city with many restaurants, the peasant’s food is king ::