My friend, Philippe, and I climbed one last pitch from Deia to the beautiful village of Valldemossa during last September’s cycling adventure on Mallorca. We didn’t have time to tour the town but promised ourselves we would return later in the week with our wives. Valldemossa…
I’ve experienced a torrent of memories since my Mom’s recent passing. One knows this would happen but we are never really prepared. Images of celebrations, special places, and travels keep flashing before me. “Gigi” as she was affectionately called by her grandchildren and great…