The old cliché “Global Village” sounds quaint, but in a world of unlimited travel choices every tourist board and city government knows that their marketing plan must include an icon.
“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? Every year the Sugar Plum Fairy and her Cavalier twirl their way across Nutcracker stages, inspiring countless little girls and boys to google how to …
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.
You should’ve heard the conversation. We were strolling through the fantastic open-air City Market in lovely Ljubljana, admiring the rows of fresh produce, local honey, and the straight-from-the greenhouse mums.
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.
Fancy yourself an orthographer? Try spelling the name of the capital of Slovenia: Ljubljana. Like Reykjavik and Yogyakarta, it’s charming to visit, but impossible to spell.
“And the wild things roared their terrible roars and gnashed their terrible teeth and rolled their terrible eyes.” ― Maurice Sendak, Where the Wild Things Are