I have more questions, most of them unanswered, which adds a piquancy to the beautiful aquamarine seas through which we are traveling off the south coast of Cuba.
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I feel an affinity with what I can see of Cuban life today and what I know this island had gone through.
Los Angeles is somebody’s kingdom, maybe everybody’s kingdom, but I don’t think it’s mine.
What do we do with the remnants of romance when we have long outgrown it?
Walking back to my hotel through the nighttime madness and splendor of the city, I felt the hope that dancing always brings, the hope of not just enduring despair but leaping over it.
I have been blessed this week by two immersions in the work of Tennessee Williams, a writer I’ve always adored.
I am fortunate on this visit to find the dampness of New York City a great relief after the deadly dryness and manifold allergies of the Southwest.
I loved our tour of architect Luis Barragán’s masterpiece in Mexico City, a great collection of brilliantly-colored walls, streams and pools.
Mexico City seems to be a city of women. We are everywhere.
In all countries, in the midst of our confusion and fear, there is nearly always, somewhere to be found, a brief smile.