Hiking Argentina? Don’t Forget the Wine

  About 650 miles from the pulsing city of Buenos Aires lies Mendoza, where urban rhythm gives way to natural opulence, and where wine is more than a business, it’s a spiritual pilgrimage. Mendoza hugs the Chilean border, giving easy access to the mighty Andes mountains and the…

Escape from Georgia (O’Keeffe)

    “The artist passed away in 1986,” the museum guide said, backing away from me slowly. The famous photo of O’Keeffe hung just to her right, and she gave it a glance as she worked her way around me. “You know, it’s…

God: You Are Mine. Me: Um. What?

Years ago, I took a class to learn how to meditate. (The fact that I was 24 at the time, and misread the flyer, and thought it said masturbate, will go unmentioned here.) Long story short, meditating is tedious and boring, not nearly as much fun as masturbating, and only…

Enjoy Your Scots Responsibly

Sharing a wee dram at the Highlander Fling at the Regal Community Theatre in Bathgate, Scotland with Outlander actors Scott Kyle and Stephen Walters, and Grammy-nominated Susan Boyle.    I read all eight of Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander books in 10 days. After the first one, I called…

Battle of the Bourbons

And, no, I don’t mean the French kings from two centuries ago. I mean the decadent bourbon choices I have this holiday season. Thanksgiving always reminds me of the long, agonizing night I spent in Kentucky with some backcountry hunters, hell-bent on shooting turkeys. I survived solely…

Walking by Faith

  On the Camino Portugues, Vilo do Conde to Esposende, Portugal   I am struck again this morning by the practical faith of Europeans — no guard rails on the footbridges, no warning signs. Just the assumption that you know how to comport yourself. No walk/don’t walk…

Sex and the (Mature) Single Girl

  I’m not ashamed to admit it: I still read Cosmo. I am, however, ashamed to buy it in the grocery store. (They cancelled my subscription recently. Apparently my name came up on some AARP Wikileak.) So I send my daughter to buy it. Or I steal it…

Hurry Up! A Woman on the Verge in South America

One summer, I spent a month eating, drinking and hiking my way through three countries (Paraguay, Chile and Argentina). I learned how to order salad in Beef County; I learned to stand my ground with Argentine taxi drivers; and most surprisingly, I learned how very American I am. When I…

Drink, Pray, Walk on the Camino de Santiago

There was a bar next to every church. The beer and wine was far cheaper than water. And despite Lizzie Gilbert’s food orgies in Italy, when it comes to making a pilgrimage, no one beats the Galicians. (Well. The Portuguese can hold their own.) So I found myself – again…

An Offer You Can’t Refuse

To paraphrase the Godfather, when you dine at Don Carlos Restaurante in Buenos Aires, you can leave the gun. But please, take the ravioli. You’ll be glad you did. We arrived for dinner to find the front door locked tight, even though the lights were blazing inside. We knocked…