Running with the Horses: A Memoir of Travel, Racetracks, & Foods

Going to racetracks to watch the horses run were weekly trips between travels to Australia, Ireland, Italy, Mexico, Tahiti, Canada, and the USA. I was a novice at the beginning of this racing journey and not greatly knowledgeable when it ended. But it was fun and encompassed so much more than horse racing. I picked a few winners too, mostly by being devoted to the feminine entering the field of jockeys. They were like a bud bursting into a flower at springtime. I also followed my instinct for the long shots and the racing form for the lesser payoff of favorites. These were pre-internet years when inform-ation was not readily available at my fingertips.

Travel and history were important to me. Angelo was the perfect travel mate. We both of us were also food aficionados. His palate was just as curious as mine when it came to tasting foods of other cultures. We both delighted in dining out or inviting friends in. We shared a curious mind, a thirst for faraway places with strange sounding names and foods prepared in an unfamiliar manner and served in pleasant surroundings.