London Day 2: Earl Grey, clotted cream, and skyline views—followed by truffle arancini, prosecco, and laughter under the lights of Tower Bridge.

We ask a lot of bridges. Every day, we walk, bike, and drive across them, trusting them with our lives without a second thought. While I don’t know who constructed the first bridge in history, I’m fairly certain a nearby log and good balance were involved.

“Thus refreshed I entered the wild and wonderful world of the dead.” John Muir…Seeing ghosts may not be the most intriguing thing in a cemetery.

There’s no better time for going barefoot than in the summer. I once ran barefoot in the soft green crunch of my front yard grass, then suddenly…

I remember the first time I tasted honeysuckle—looking at the golden flower, it offered the tiniest drop of sweetness that tasted like summer on my tongue.

I love the sun-touched taste of a ripe tomato. But even I was a little skeptical about attending “Tomato Taste” at Pursell Farms, where all four meal courses featured the humble tomato in some form or fashion, even down to the dessert.