Six days and 150 miles, in 110-degree heat. Was I crazy?
It’s disconcerting, walking among monuments to the fallen, to hear the happy screams of children riding the carousel
Certain carnival dances said to come from the days of slavery engage our raw, carnal side
Encouraged by one too many swigs of rum, I stood up, turned to the crowd and raised my hands.
And other misadventures of a meat and potatoes girl in Japan
Voyaging on the North Sea
Before my first Preakness, I was warned not to expect Lily sundresses, big hats or Mint Juleps.
Understand that the mosquitoes can be fierce, and the power comes and goes. Still, make a long visit. Stay for Christmas, when all the pickups have wreathes wired to their front grates, and locals sneak into the pines to cut down Christmas trees, risking huge fines.
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