It was early Sunday morning and the only activity at the sleepy crossroads was the Marathon Station: bleary-eyed customers filling their tanks with gasoline and their tummies with caffeine and sugary donuts.
It’s always rewarding when our blog attracts the attention of others who have an interest in publishing our content to a wider audience. Recently, we were contacted by Brian Null, one of the editors at Travel Awaits, a content provider for the travel community, who asked if we’d be interested in completing a written interview …
As a couple of ex-corporate types we remember the dreaded year-end reviews. You know, the painful process when Le Grand Fromage checks off the strategic goals achieved, new clients acquired… blah blah blah.
“Sugar Plum” is such a cool word. How many children have gone to sleep on Christmas eve with “visions of sugar-plums” dancing in their heads, dreaming of stockings filled with candy?
On a crisp Fall day with clear, azure skies it’s hard to take a bad photo – but I’m having no luck. It’s “Blue on Blue.” My subject seems to blend right into the sky and nearly disappear – except for the white icing and sparkly bits.
“The only thing I know about Slovakia is what I learned first-hand from your foreign minister, who came to Texas.” —Then governor George W. Bush replying to a Slovak journalist. Actually, Bush met the Prime Minister of Slovenia, not Slovakia.
I’ve always been a four-seasons-kinda girl. I’m not talking about hotels or restaurants, but rather the changing of the seasons. And I love each and every one of them for entirely different reasons. So when we landed in lovely Ljubljana, my heart soared. It was Fall.