Just a few meters from the island’s small port, a one-roomed chapel rests next to the water. Crusted by barnacles and battered by decades of weather, a small statue of a bishop stands proudly on the roof. The chapel is one of the simplest rooms on the island; no ornate decoration or elaborate architecture has been used to create this small space, its size has

After getting off of a seven hour overnight flight to Zurich, I was quite nervous about finding my way to Lucerne. All I knew was that I needed to catch a train. I asked at the info desk where the train station was and I crossed the street and entered the building as instructed. I was pleasantly surprised to find that, unlike the signage in JFK, the signage at

Tired feet, dirty laundry, packing and unpacking, hopping on and off buses and trains..after two and a half weeks of all that, exploring Galicia in the North of Spain, mostly off the beaten track, I was in dire need of a rest and a few days of R&R in a nice hotel in La Coruna. I was more than happy, when, surfing the net in search of not too expensive but

I enjoyed a very nice Business Class flight from New York to Zurich last night. The flight attendants were lovely. The food was fine and the seats laid perfectly flat. You can’t ask for much more than that. They had good movies, though, not massive in number. And the amenities  were simple but inclusive. The weird thing was the configuration of the seats.

As is so often the case, the tragic and the beautiful dwell side by side in Galicia. This is particularly true for Camarinas, a pretty seaside town on the Atlantic coast, in the middle of the Costa de La Muerte, aptly called the Coast of Death because of the many shipwrecks, caused by roaring storms and treacherous cliffs and rocks. The name of Camarinas is