In my hand is a boarding pass and on it are three letters in bold: SFO. The ticket agent treated this as a very routine check-in. She tucked the boarding pass into my passport and handed it over the counter like I was just another passenger. Like I wasn’t someone who was about to…
The sun would rise at any moment. I stood in an open grassy space in the Serengeti and watched a half dozen men prepare the green and white hot air balloon that billowed in the light breeze. Every few seconds I turned toward the horizon behind me, afraid that I might miss the sun’s…
“The city is a museum,” Fernando told me. “If you dig a hole deep enough anywhere you will find something.” We were standing in the middle of what was Ancient Rome’s city center. All around me stood remnants of columns and stone foundations – none of which I would have had any hope of deciphering…
Somewhere Seeking 