The large, brown oak door stood partially open, the cavernous foyer was empty, and the museum was, as best we could tell, deserted.
Terri and I are avid campers and have been since our university days. We’ve camped from coast to coast and border to border. Before we got our tiny popup last summer, we were tent campers.
One of the best benefits of blogging is the people we meet. And this past year we’ve met so many of you – both virtually and in person, at home and abroad. What a joy!
Terri and I always seem to have a “first laugh of the day,” and today’s laugh came really early. We have a small travel alarm, which has a very dim backlight. Somehow, the clock got turned upside down without either of us noticing. I was having a small bout of insomnia,
The people of Florence have a kindness and gentleness to them that is remarkable. In a city so inundated with tourists, you would think that patience would be hard to find. But I’ve seen fruit sellers help clueless sightseers find the Duomo, police women hug and joke with school children, and bicyclists stoically steer around rubberneckers …
We decided to get off the beaten path … I mean way off. In fact I think we were trespassing (if that fence we climbed over meant anything). We’d been hiking the Santorini Cliff Trail between Fira and Imerovigli, marveling at every sight, but it was time to do the backstreets. We’ve learned that you …
Everybody’s Irish on St. Patrick’s Day, even The Beach Clan on St. Simons Island, Georgia. There’s a fun tradition on the island – the decorating of the Totem of The Beach Clan.