Mourning
Cardinals are currently gathering in Rome to elect a new pope. We look back at the weekend that John Paul II died in 2005, when prayers gathered and flew toward the Vatican, and everything was filmed, and everyone was filming.
Cardinals are currently gathering in Rome to elect a new pope. We look back at the weekend that John Paul II died in 2005, when prayers gathered and flew toward the Vatican, and everything was filmed, and everyone was filming.
These are tough days for Rome, with many worried for the Pope’s health. Feeling equally worried for his own and his family’s, a newcomer reports on days of tiny miracles, crossbow makers, and a lack of Ziploc bags.
Hotel bombings and terrorism aside, it’s the daily alien frustrations and local rituals that put the grit into living abroad. Our writer reports from Cairo on the small infuriations that make her city unique.
With New York overrun by delegates and helicopters, dragon-burning anarchists and the president’s twin daughters, we present a mid-week survival guide for Republicans confused by the city that never sleeps or says thank you.
In the final installment of her letters from Scotland, our writer returns home with a heart full of remembrance for the experiences she’s had, as well as for friends she’s made in her time abroad.
Roaming Italy for a perfect risotto, or sampling the new Bordeaux while staying in four-star resorts—the life of a food and travel writer rarely evokes pity. But is that only because its hardships haven’t been explained?
In the seventh installment of her letters from Scotland, our letter jets to Sofia to meet a friend, explores the city in all its relative weirdness, and learns to speak, or at least gesture, a new language.
In the sixth installment of her letters from Scotland, our writer, who is living in Edinburgh for a year, considers the weather on her term break, then jaunts down to London and attends an alternative fashion show.
In the fifth installment of her letters from Scotland, our writer, who is living in Edinburgh for a year, settles into a routine abroad, learns from a friend how she needs to break away from the everyday, then does her Sunday shopping.
In the fourth installment of her letters from Scotland, our writer, who is living in Edinburgh for a year, visits Italy, where she marvels at people and architecture, and can never seem to elude those church bells.