A Train Through Toyland

Imagine a world where a train full of candies welcomes you on arrival. Imagine perfectly-paved roads sprinkled with vintage cars, Jeeps and vans. Imagine terraced houses from Britain, row houses from Spain, American bungalows and French quarters. Imagine châteaus and castles, windmills and rope ways, rivers and canals, bridges and tunnels, hills and valleys. Imagine …

That Sunday Afternoon

Around 1:3o on a Sunday afternoon the sun was bright and hot, but the cool breeze flowing in from the ocean seemed to be apologizing on his behalf even as I walked into the bus terminal, pulling along a much heavier bag than I had pulled out of the same bus terminal the morning before. …