The Road to Redemption — It’s 3 am. I’m in a motel room in Fresno, still on Scandinavian time and wide awake. I’ve showered, packed my bag, and even made the bed as I release the wedge chair from the door handle. Then, one last sweep of the room before closing the door behind me. …

The untold tale about the Mudwater incident — As soon as Harriet entered the building, she headed to the seventh floor. She used a trashcan from the corridor to block the elevator from going down and checked her handbag for the keys. The emergency door next to the elevator opened outwards and would need something like a rope…

Now I’m staring at the sea with my toes over the edge — The phone rings. It’s mid-day, and I left Sóller an hour ago, walking toward the neighboring village Deia along Mallorca’s most famous trail Gran Recorrido 221. It’s part of the island that I know by heart and a part of the trail that is relatively short and easy, no more…

The art of losing sight of your tracks while staying light on your feet — I’ve lost my way from time to time. In life more often than on the trails. It’s usually part of the process. Things happen, and regardless of stress and anxiety, it seems to bring me to the edge of my ability. Nothing else matters at that moment. It’s mindfulness outside…

A monument of my existence — A young boy stood before the forest. “I am here now,” he said, but the forest didn’t reply. “I could hear you over the fields,” he persistently insisted, “What do you want?” The forest looked at him. For a moment, the wind stopped, and with the cracking sound of trees…

How something you’ve never seen is the most beautiful sight imaginable — Yesterday Pitxi said he watched Moe Alexander walk his elephant through the city of Sa Pobla. It’s a rare legend, told in a few different ways and some odd versions, always considered both false and stupid, so it takes a man like Pitxi to tell it with a straight face. …

The Carolina Brothers & The Black Madonna (What happened in room 16 at the Abeurador Hotel?) — Roberto and Fransisco Tomau were brothers, born and raised on the famous Carolina Estate, close to Artà, on the east part of the island. Their father, Don Sebastian Maria Tomau, was the third Don on the estate but had earned his respect by deed, not by blood. “One for sorrow…

The true story about Saint Cecile & The Three Coins — On the evening of April 7th, 1872, Cecile de Marie was raped, murdered, and mutilated by one of the monks of Ermita de la Trinitat on her way home along the Moro trail between Valldemossa and Deia. Miss Cecile worked as a young maid at the Bauzà estate in Deia…

The unknown tale of Monsieur Dupont — ‘Bonjour mes chers amis.’ ‘El Presidente’ smiles as he raises his hand to the stiff royal wave which gave him his nickname. He’s a tall, skinny man who never leaves the house without a suit and tie, refuses to speak anything but French, and greats everyone as long-lost friends, even…