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The art and practice of wandering

Grit, Grime, and the Best Pizza on Earth

The train from Rome Termini speeds south under blue skies. As we leave the city, a two-thousand-year-old aqueduct parallels the track for a kilometer or two, towering over freshly plowed fields before diverging and receding into the distance. Whatever else … Continue reading

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When it Snows in Rome

All good things must end, and on a Tuesday toward the end of February I pack my bags, say goodbye to my friends in Barcelona, and head for the ferry port. I came into the city by ship, and I … Continue reading

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Getting Introspective

With routine, with structure, with hours of walking every day, comes thinking. I sit and drink coffee and read, or go to a cafe and work. I don’t visit museums or churches. I don’t even make it down to Barcelona’s … Continue reading

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Slowing Down in Barcelona

My last day in Morocco is spent first on the train, headed north to Tangiers, and then making my way further up the coast to the industrial port at Tangier Med. Then the slow monotony of customs, brought to a … Continue reading

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The Heart of Morocco

It’s almost dark by the time my train pulls out of the Tangiers station and heads south into the interior of Morocco. Tangiers rises sharply as we approach its edge, house-lights in terraces along steep hills, and then we’re in … Continue reading

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Into Africa

I leave Granada on a sunny afternoon, bound for Algeciras, on the southern tip of Spain. I change buses in Malaga, and end up sitting next to a pair of travelers, Hamish and Lilu, from Canada and Russia, respectively. Hamish … Continue reading

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Music and the Moors

Initially, my plan after Madrid is to head down to Córdoba, the historic capital of the Caliphate of Córdoba, which ruled the Islamic state of Al-Andalus for just over a hundred years in the tenth and eleventh centuries. But despite … Continue reading

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From the Poor House to the Party Hostel

We’re turned out at seven in the morning from the Cruz Roja auberge in Catalayud, but I’m well rested, having gone to sleep at ten the night before. There’s frost on the ground and an icy mist in the air … Continue reading

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Walking through Aragon

It takes perhaps five minutes to walk the length of the little village of Morata de Jalon, where I leave the train, and beyond that it’s a long ribbon of road through rocky hills, crossing and re-crossing a shallow river, … Continue reading

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Out of Cash in Zaragoza

From San Sebastián I head across a wide green landscape marked here and there by rocky ridges raising above the surrounding forest that cast ever longer shadows as the sun sets. By the time I get to Zaragoza, it’s already … Continue reading

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