I’ve been thinking that the airport could be a metaphor for life. I know, enough with the metaphors, but I’m sitting around with tissue sticking out of my nose and Downton Abbey is not providing the same comfort Sesame Street did when I was a child. So, I turn to thinking and that brings me…
I will learn Italian this year. That being said, let’s be very clear on the definition of “learn.” In my mind “learn” is that I can go to Italy and get around, I can speak basic phrases, order yummy food and ask directions. “Learn” may also include having brief and slow conversation, but that’s about…
There are days I want to be selfish, that I need to get on a plane immediately and never look back. That every waking moment should be used filling my mind and drenching my soul. The experience of others is not important. It is about my journey. There are times I feel like I don’t…
This picture is the final piece. The laundry room is now in place and my Pinterest Life is all set and ready to go. I have great books and movies, some casual clothes for my every day treks through Paris and Rome, but most of the time I’ll be wearing gowns. Yes, that’s right all…
I’m pretty sure Charles Schultz and William Randolph Hearst would never sit down to dinner. They would have a hard time agreeing on the table. Schultz was born nearly 60 years after Hearst, but their lifetimes did cross. I don’t profess to be a scholar on either man, but it is my opinion they could…
“Somebody help get me up to the 10th floor. It’s my birthday and I’ve got the hookers!” Those exact words were bellowed over and over again at two in the morning a few years ago. We were in Prague renting a great walk up when the birthday boy rang the buzzer. I’m pretty sure he…
When Michael and I were younger we decided to go on the road. By on the road, I mean we put our stuff in storage, bought a motor home, packed up a then two year old Katlyn and went on the road. How did we make a living? No, we were not in a rock…
I couldn’t live in Paris. Apart from the fact that I don’t speak French, I just wouldn’t be able to live my day to day there. It’s too much for daily life. My senses would be lavished all the time. The food, the views, the art, the beautiful people, the monuments. My God, even a…
I hate the grocery store. I like having food, but the process of shopping for it is annoying and don’t even get me started on the unpacking and putting away business. Michael cooks and…he likes to buy the food. Perfect right? It would be, except lately he invites me to go with him, cruise the…