Festival of St. John of Porto….a festival that is celebrated here in Porto every year during Midsummer on June 23….We were fortunate that we were
This was the kind of ride I had pictured in my mind when we had thought of the project. We left the birthplace of port
It had been on our tail since we left Valencia. It followed us through Granada and all of Portugal- somehow we were able to keep
Ondres. The name almost sounds Mexican to me- it has a rhythm like ‘hombre’. But it is the most typical French village in the Basque
“Are we in heaven now?” Anu’s voice broke the silence. We were surrounded by mountains on all sides- filled with pines trees and thick forests,
Perigeaux. I will always carry a piece of you in my heart: I mumbled to myself as we snaked our way along the beautiful country
Bertrand was our host at the beautiful city of Lyon. Until yesterday, he was a stranger to us… but we shared a common bond- the
The light morning sunlight streamed through the open window. The tall trees swayed in the gentle breeze and I looked into the deepest blue sky
Germany and Stuttgart felt strange this time. I was visiting this city after 5 years- my first visit since I ended my Daimler assignment. It
Our last couple of days were spent at little Liechtenstein… a country with about 34,000 inhabitants- a country that you could cover from one end