Stories from travels in

Mary Murphy

Winter wonderland without the snow

It doesn’t take much to imagine the neighbourhood deep in snow. But it does take a lot for me to imagine snow polo – horses

New heights

I’ve done my fair share of nose upturning at people walking the city streets using what look a lot like ski poles. Poles in the

Spišská Sobota

As the week draws to a close, I’m officially confused. Even more so than usual. Back in 2009, I went on a road-trip to Eastern

Where did all the people go?

Fifty-five thousand people live in Poprad-Tatry in Slovakia. We may have seen 100, if that. In the High Tatras for the weekend, Poprad-Tatry was our

The wait is nearly over

Art confuses me. I know what I like and what I don’t like, but when it comes to what period came when and which artist

Making it happen

Back in 2007, someone told me that there were 23,000 flats in Budapest owned by absentee Irish landlords. I had no idea how realistic that

2016 Grateful 16

Friday evening. The last day of the working week. The question of who was going to go down the pub for drink would inevitably raise

Getting it done

I’m a little more conscious of my mortality than usual these days. Life is way too short to keep putting off till tomorrow what could

Putting the kettle on

Back in the early 1900s, a Swiss baker and confectioner by the name of Frederick Belmont emigrated to England. He opened his first tea rooms

Aldeia Tipicia

Back in 2001, when I had a feeling that my time in the USA might be coming to a close, I took a road trip