My first glimpse of Cairo looked like this: That is, the car that the hotel driver brought to the airport ran out of oil halfway back to Cai...

I guess I should admit it—it wasn't the wheelie bag's fault that I hated or broke it. It was that I am carrying way too much crap fo...

Once, in 2004, my pal Lynne and I ducked into a cafe on Ramblas. We were tired and just looking to rest and have a hot drink. I got a coffee...

It's Sunday, a big day for rotisserie chicken and chips here in Spain. I hoped to find some, but didn't have the energy to go down t...

I'm always stunned by how many scooters there are in Barcelona. There are thousands of them buzzing around. Sometimes I like it, because...

Being in the inspiring city of Barcelona does not, unfortunately, exempt me from performing uninspiring chores. On Thursday, I trekked out t...

In 2004, I lived up in the chi-chi part of town for a month before fleeing doormen and upscale living to Raval, a place more my speed. Herr...

I wonder what this place sells.

Here it is, my new wheelie bag! My hope is that I will get along better with something more narrow and tall, rather than a square. I think i...

crack. snap. I shuddered. The woman who had just sat down at the next workstation habitually cracked her knuckles. Would it be rude to ask h...