Imagine 125 mph winds and a storm surge 22 feet tall on an unprotected white sand beach. In Biloxi, Mississippi on August 29, 2005 this was the cataclysmic reality when Hurricane Katrina ripped through the city.
In January I received an email from out of the blue. Although I recognized the name, I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was from a man I’ve never met, but admire immensely.
Our trip to Mexico fed the travel bug, and as always, it’s nice to be back home. But Spring has finally arrived to Coastal Georgia, and if there’s anything that whets that travel bug’s appetite it’s sunny, warm days, and cool nights.
On the outskirts of Morelia’s historic district in Michoacán, Mexico stands a church which is the very definition of the word “contrast” :The Sanctuary of Our Lady of Guadalupe (El Santuario de Guadalupe).
Mountain terrains can be hazardous to your health. There’s the obvious heart-galloping hikes up the hills, which are survivable with a bit of huff-’n-puff and a slower pace.
Just inside the door of the imposing Basilica of Our Lady of Guanajuato, on the well manicured Plaza de La Paz, is a statue of an exotic, hooded monk. He’s festooned with ribbons (listones) inscribed with prayers and pleas for healing.
The city clings to the steep sides of a V-shaped canyon in the Central Highlands of Mexico. Other than a narrow strip in the bottom of the canyon, the only way to go is up. The hillsides are so steep, that much of the town can only be reached on foot. It isn’t the most …
We did! Not because we’re Irish – it was the only (very cool) date available to us. You may have read our wedding tale before. Long story short, we were impoverished, crazy-in-love college seniors