Thoughts, experiences and adventures from a resident of DelSo aka Delaware Avenue South in Albany, N.Y.
It’s hard for me to believe that little more than a week ago, I was in Wellfleet, in the house I’ve rented for the majority of the last 6 or 7 years. This dreamy, cottage-y house, just across a dirt path road from Herring Pond, is Jeter’s favorite summer place on earth. When it wasn’t … Continue reading The boy of summer
one of the events of the season - the annual skinny dip. me, herring pond, hopefully the sun. at the least, a full moon. not a euphemism. daylight hours now gone, my swim swimsuit still on. i gathered my nerve daring myself to jump. my fear of the water, and what it might contain, snapping … Continue reading I was afraid…
Nearly four weeks after I arrived, I was sitting on a plane on the jetway waiting for a delayed takeoff. Funnily enough, I didn’t mind the delay because it gives me longer in Italy. You would think after a month I’d be more than ready to go home, but with each city or town I … Continue reading Studying Italian
As I sit on the terrace listening to the sounds of the morning, the restaurant where we dined looming down from the hill above, last night’s dining experience seems like a technicolor dream. I honestly don’t know quite where to start… First, let me tell you about where we’re staying. Our home for four nights … Continue reading Baccanali Neptunus
Monday afternoon my solo trip comes to an end. While I’m completely excited by the thought of being reunited with my love, I’m equally thrilled to know that I can travel solo and independently with complete contentment for close to two weeks. Can you? The time I have spent alone in Italy has been unforgettable. … Continue reading Viaggio in solitaria
The sounds of Lucca woke me after what had been a poor night’s sleep. I don’t blame my fitful and interrupted sleep on Lucca; it’s simply how my nights are at this point in my life. The occasions when I manage to remain asleep for more than four or five consecutive hours are pretty rare. … Continue reading Late night thoughts in Lucca about Sinéad O’Connor
You might be surprised to learn this but, I hate flying. Between my tendency to experience motion sickness and my discomfort with feeling as if I’m not in control, flying prompts intense anxiety before I even board the plane. Monday night’s eerie smoky sky sunset with its post apocalyptic vibe did not quell my nerves. … Continue reading Fear. Less.
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