Dining has changed from a social activity to little more than a chore. Granted, Dan’s…
Widow’s Weeds 17: Sentimental Journey
Vilnius—in fact, all of Lithuania—is a constant experience of déjà vu. Or perhaps more accurately, jau matytas. Every day seemed a trip down Memory Lane. October 6 I hadn’t planned to be ensconced in my room at Bookinn B&B by that day, but I had fled the pas...
Widow’s Weeds 13: Now At Rest
The cemetery in Balbieriškis is a beautiful place, whatever the metric you choose. It is a place of peace and transcendent love that is evident in the tending of the space, the care for the ancestors. The Old Cemetery is the most beautiful of all, with its signs of...
Widow’s Weeds 09: Montparnasse
The Garden Saint Martin seems to be the hotel of choice for many women traveling solo. It also has truly charming gentlemen at the front desk. Murat, in particular, is something of a flirt. I realized while unpacking that I had forgotten—despite my best efforts—an...