Ventimiglia, and the perils of budget travel. Neither had I until a train dumped me there in July. Early on the morning of the 9th, I left Barcelona to make my way over to Metalcamp. I had a Eurail pass, which meant I intended to crawl my way across France and Italy with free tickets and hopefully get an overnight train somewhere along the way. Things never, of course, go to plan.

Opening a window to a world of information for lovers of words and ideas. Sunday, October 30, 2016. The devolution of culture is as exponential as it is inexorable. Its flotsam and jetsam stream across our screens each day. The decimation and impending demise of newspapers is a paradigm of this descent. Yet letters, particularly those penned by the literate, are literature, Such Letters From the Lettered. Friday, July 08, 2016. Return of the Prodigal Son. I thank God for His me.

Voda a pod vodní hladinou. No mám strašně moooc ráda zvířátka! Zvířátka jsou mi strasně blízké a život bez nich? To by nebyl ani život! .