I’ve come to learn that no two trips are ever the same - there are far too many factors involved. Things like personal finances, weather, physical wellness and current interests are variable and, in my experience, combine uniquely on each individual adventure. Maybe that’s what keeps me so keen on traveling. After my latest trip … Continue reading Italy – lost and found
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Dinner at home in Firenze
Almost 24 hours later, I think I’m finally able to attempt to share the finest moments of my time in Florence. This was my fourth visit to Florence, if you count the single day I spent there taking in David and having a shitty meal in a place that even we knew, was a tourist … Continue reading Dinner at home in Firenze
A Boxing Day miracle
To begin, hosting brunch the same day one needs to catch a train to begin what is essentially a 14 hour journey may not be the best idea. Especially when one hasn’t had a day off prior, other than Sunday which began with brunch in the morning and ended with dinner a county south of … Continue reading A Boxing Day miracle
A most excellent, excellent bath
Clean tub Water the exact temperature that you had imagined Dim lights Water with lemon to sip Epson salts in which to soak An appreciation of the experience in the moment Sigh.
A brief situation to (over)share
In the last few years, I’ve embraced jumpsuits, rompers and one-piece coveralls in a similar fashion (ha!) to my baby bearing days when I practically lived in overalls. Going to the bathroom might require a couple of minutes lead time, but there’s no faster outfit to don than a single article such as this uber … Continue reading A brief situation to (over)share
Quelle surprise!
The time I spent recently in Montreal was fundamentally sans agenda. Yes, there were a couple of jazz shows for which I had tickets, but we didn’t have as much as a single reservation for dining or specific plans for the majority of the roughly 72 hours we were in Canada. Being wide open leaves … Continue reading Quelle surprise!
Broken in, not distressed
When I changed into my “chores” jeans, I paused for a moment to consider how many years it had been since I purchased this particular pair of Levi’s. I did the math, thinking back to that long ago trip anniversary to Maine and our visit to the outlets in Freeport. My first and last, so … Continue reading Broken in, not distressed






