Happy Out There With Salt in my Hair

Happy Out There With Salt in my Hair

It was time to say goodbye to Dubrovnk. My bruised and battered albatross resisted my pulls across the uneven stone walkways silently pleading to a passerby who, with a mere nod, threw it on his pulley and led us through the gates of old town. Bound for Korcula-birth...
Ivan the Great-Tales from Lumbarda

Ivan the Great-Tales from Lumbarda

I’d like to think I’ve learned a little about food over the years. Wine, on the other hand-not so much. Most wine tasting experiences for me have been more wine drinking (under the guise of tasting) and it seems the more I learn..the more ignorant I feel that I am on...
The Battle of Peka

The Battle of Peka

I woke the morning after my visit to the local wineries still full from the night before, committing only to fresh juice for breakfast. This plan was quickly sabotaged by a piece of burek (turkish phyllo stuffed with cheese and spinach) that slyly seduced me from the...