The afternoon of the second day, the sun is low and after the heroic walk up to the ruins a soak in the ocean sounds appealing, so we go to the beach. It isn’t as good as the Florida beaches. There’s no sand, only rocks that slide and hurt your feet so you have to…
Category: Travel Journal
Travel Journal #1
Long flight in very small seats wedged between knees and elbows of the teenager and old lady who only spoke Danish. We coasted into Nice in time for the sunset. Teenager is staying separate in boys hostel dormitory for the first time. He says he hardly slept between the snoring and the stench of farts….
Toadstools And Fairy Rings 