Marshall in Strange Places

Discovery Walks in familiar places. The only condition my brother-in-law had to drive his wife, a five-and-a-half-year-old daughter, a...

The beige waiting room was like something out of a modern fairy tale. It's the morning of our wedding and I'm picking wild...

Good seats for the face-off You experience a strange feeling of familiarity when you go to a hockey game in Europe. On one hand, you kn...

Who has Europe's best cheese?  Ask a Frenchman, Italian, or a Dane about their cheese and watch the bloodbath begin.  The best chocol...

In its simplicity, soccer can be a beautiful, entertaining sport.  It can also become a tremendously boring sport when you  add layers of ...

I almost didn’t come out to Budapest. It took the sage advice of two buddies to convince me to come out. Six months, I figured, I’ll see ho...

Bane in Budapest. There's nothing quite like it. Photo by Arnold Torma After a few months I moved to Toronto, I took my friend Da...

The summer before I left Toronto I turned 30.  The build up to that age was somewhat stressful, even for a man. It's one of those ages...

The customs guy looked at my passport and back at me. “You’re from Canada, on your way home from Stockholm?” “Yes,” I said. “Home, ...

Bloody Fields. There's no blood, but they got new foot paths. At one of my old Toronto advertising agencies, an art director ...