It’s been a week. First, there was the 100 mile (each way) road trip on Sunday to watch my son’s soccer team play in the finals which ended in an urgent care visit and 3 staples in his scalp after he took a cleat to the head. Looks pretty innocent, right? The next night, Rocco … Continue reading Full moon, full life, full heart
If you’ve been around here for any length of time, you know my philosophy about birthdays - they’re special and deserving of being celebrated, with enthusiasm. And, for the record, one shouldn’t feel limited to a single day of festivities. You take how ever many you want - because it’s the day you were born … Continue reading Up a creek…
I’ve been home from my trip for a few days, long enough for the act of tossing toilet paper into the bowl, instead of the bin, to begin feeling normal again. While I’m still mentally on a beach with a spritz within arm’s reach, I’m feeling pretty fortunate to have enjoyed a vacation that went … Continue reading Tips for going Greek
I arrived in Nafplio Friday afternoon on a bus from Athens. My arrival was not without complication. I had missed the stop where I was supposed to disembark and now was without accurate directions, or Wi-Fi, in a place where I had never been before. A woman to whom I had been talking with prior to our … Continue reading Well aged. In Greece
The trip I’m currently in the midst of was planned numerous times during the past 3 years. The original plan for 2020 was for two weeks in Spain with my youngest son, followed by two weeks in Greece on my own. As you might imagine, there was no trip in 2020. I optimistically planned the … Continue reading Traveling solo. Again.
After nearly a week in Greece (already!), I still find myself purring like an island cat at nearly every sight my eyes land upon. The water with its shades of blue, the mostly cloudless sky, the bourgainvillea in deep shades of purple and pink…it’s simply beautiful. Here, on Paros, the pedestrian streets are mopped each … Continue reading It’s all too beautiful
My week in the desert was very unscheduled. The only commitments I made of my time during my time out west were 3 yoga classes in Ruth Hardy Park. Beyond those 3 individual hours, I was completely winging it. I did a lot of walking, generally languidly, and a single bike ride that began strong … Continue reading Down & Out in Palm Springs – a tale of dehydration