February 6, 1995 |
In opening a window to the traditional music of Spain, the quartet La Musgana rightly shifts the focus away from the flamenco guitar. Instead, the group interprets and presents songs of the Castellan countryside using such traditional instruments as the gaita charra y tamboril (pipe and tabor), zanfona (hurdy-gurdy) and zamora bagpipes and a variety of percussive instruments. The members add a contemporary flavor to the mix by also playing the bass and clarinet.
September 11, 1988 |
It is a crisp morning and the sun is shining. In these woods along the Swiss-French border, the air is scented with pine. I am drifting slowly back in time. My inner clock, recently of jet speed, is nearly forgotten. Moving from one place to another is now by foot, horse or Gypsy wagon. La Belle, a roan filly, is saddled and tied to the back of the wagon, waiting for our morning ride.
March 6, 1988 |
We are living out a fantasy. Got off the plane at Nice, unpacked and assembled our bikes, strapped on the saddlebags and pedaled off into the Mediterranean sunrise to begin a four-week vacation in southern France. As my partner Kathy and I rode down the Boulevard des Anglais, between the legendary resort hotels of Nice on the one side and the blue Mediterranean on the other, we made a quick decision: a refreshing plunge into the cool water before we cycled on to the railway station.
September 23, 1985 |
The two men stood in the town's central plaza and shook their heads as they looked up at the broken bell towers of Ciudad Guzman's century-old stone cathedral. Broken stones and crumbled concrete from the towers lay in heaps in front of the massive structure. "The town is sad," said Guadalupe Guzman, "and people are saying that St. Joseph (the town's patron saint against earthquakes) has abandoned us."
April 26, 1987 |
There I was in a flapping coat, bearing 30 pounds of possessions, and streaking from the Barons Court tube (American: subway) station like a comet. Generally it looks stupid to run in London because nobody with any dignity does it, but it was run or miss the bus. As it turned out, there really wasn't any hurry. The bus (English: coach), a squat, homely machine, was nearby, still casually filling with passengers.
January 21, 2001 |
Historian Bob Feldman will escort a 15-day tour to Tibet and South China May 27 to June 10. The tour visits Chengdu, Lhasa, Gyantse, Zhigatse, Kunming, Guilin and Guangzhou (Canton). Feldman, a professor emeritus at Cal State Fullerton, will lecture and lead discussions on Tibetan history, culture and current affairs. The tour is limited to 20 people. The program begins in Chengdu to see the Wolong Nature Reserve, home to the giant panda.
June 24, 1990 |
You may not cover much ground when you tour Europe by foot, but there's no better way to get a wonderfully intimate look at the countryside. When you have laboriously climbed the twisting path of a long hill, its image is burned into memory: every rock you stumbled over, every flower you stopped to sniff. Six years ago, my wife and I signed up with a tour company for what turned out to be an exceptional adventure in Italy.
May 25, 1985 |
Would you believe a jaunt through the beauty of a wilderness setting with a basket of fruit, cheese, crackers and a bottle of wine could be considered work? Maybe not, but it takes that kind of an enjoyable effort to gather data for the computerization of what Gordon Marsh believes will be the most complete listing available of the more than 1,400 plants growing in Orange County.
February 9, 1986 |
My American friends here were incredulous when I called out of the blue last August from my hotel in Rawalpindi, 100 miles away, and asked if I might visit. "You mean you came to Pakistan just to have a look around?" they asked.
August 5, 2007 |
I'M lying slack-jawed on a plank of hot wood, supine and defenseless over a gaping hole in the Earth's crust. Magma flows about a mile below me; above me, a drop of water condenses on the ceiling of a dimly illuminated steam room in the Myvatn Nature Baths, the lesser-known cousin to Iceland's iconic Blue Lagoon, that geothermal destination outside of Reykjavik often touted for its health benefits. Myvatn, near the town of Akureyri (riddled with consonants, Icelandic words are not easy to tackle, but saying "mee-VAHT" and "ah-KOO-ray-ree" will get you by)