Open house with a difference
Mary Murphy
October 27, 2015
When I first hit the States, I was intrigued by the idea of open house. Where I come from, it means that anyone can drop
When I first hit the States, I was intrigued by the idea of open house. Where I come from, it means that anyone can drop
I’ve been a tourist long enough to know that it’s impossible to see it all first time, or even seventh time. I’ve been going to
What’s that flower? How old is that church? Are all those cows milking cows? I don’t know, he answered. I don’t know. I don’t know.
I still get occasional flashbacks to playing in the school band. I failed miserably with the accordion, had slightly better success with the melodica (mine
I travel. A lot. And I love it. I like finding new places, seeing new things, meeting different people. And when I go back again
Back in the days when I first started travelling, I had this urgent need to see everything. I’d visit cities having done my homework and
Driving to my hotel from the airport in Malta last week, I fell into conversation with the taxi driver. He spoke English, the language of
My greatest fear, as a traveller, was realised last week. For years, I’ve broken out in a cold sweat when hotel receptionists ask me for
The traveler sees what he sees, the tourist sees what he has come to see. So said G. K. Chesterton many moons ago and although
Forget carbon dating – let’s use fashion instead. Yes, things are done differently in Malta.
