To me it’s a magic transportation device. I am suddenly in London, on a bus going past Hackney Marshes. I am driving down US 36 toward Boulder from my parents’ house in Colorado. I am driving my favourite road in Iceland at sunset. I am looking out for deer on the roads of the Dolomites. I am in Ferrara, at the lake in Annecy, on the costanera in Puerto Natales, on I-80 heading to the mountains outside Seattle. I take my son to all the places I promised myself I would take him, not just the familiar park 500m from our place along the river Minjiang. Continue reading Travel by Radio