Welcome to Quattro per Venerdì, the Italian edition of Four for Friday. As mentioned in my last post, Jon and I just returned from Italy where we visited Joel and Mallory. Instead of giving you a post of all the things you might expect to see from a trip to Italy*, I thought I would … More Quattro per Venerdì!
Two days shy of a month, Hubby and I didn’t see each other but with one brief 24-hour period shoved at the center. For the last two and a half weeks, I have been visiting my brother, Joel, and his wife, Mallory, in Italy. I brought Jon. Yes. I’m sure I have dozens upon dozens … More 28 days
My family was a cat family. Our first cats I knew were Watson* and Kritter. We found Kritter outside, her tail had been cut short, and she became my cat. Our cats which followed were Lucy Woo** and Bing Clawsby***. *Watson, as in, assistant to Sherlock Holmes. And yes, my parents had a cat named … More On Becoming a Dog Person
Spoiler alert. Today’s post is about one of my favorite parts of my trip to Rome. I’ve been trying my best to hold off on sharing it until the very end, but I simply cannot. When my brother and his wife first moved to Rome, amidst the stammers and awkward pauses in their language classes*, … More La Locanda dei Girasoli
If asked which of my hobbies I would like to really dig deeper into in order to better perfect it, my answer would be, without pause, people watching. I imagine most have participated in this laid back activity. Time to time I often find myself engaged in a beautiful moment of people watching with the pressing … More People are Everywhere
I’m going to keep us in Rome for a bit because, chances are, if you know anything about Rome, you know it is home to the Colosseum. Originally, I told my brother I would be satisfied with simply seeing the outside of the Colosseum, a given if you spend any length of time in and … More We Like Free
Coming back from having not posted for so many months to wanting to share Italy stories with you has left me with the fortunate problem of…what to tell of first? Do I start with Florence, my favorite spot we visited outside of Rome? Or maybe I tell you about the city which failed to impress … More Let’s Start at the Very Beginning
It strikes me odd how I can talk about doing something with little fear, yet when this certain something approaches, I react as if I never expected to be faced with the faintest bit of pause towards its happening. Then I find myself in a bit of a predicament. All the blissful ignorance of my … More Flying Solo