Love Letter

My dearest Ljubljana, It has been just over three years since I last sat with you and I still think of you often. I remember when we first met. I had just come off an hour train ride that stopped for too long between countries, so the passport inspectors could try to intimidate us with … More Love Letter

Before the Birds

Just on the other side of the French doors, past the artificial light from the bronze lamp with the burlap shade, beyond the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the warmth of a settled home dotted with breakfast-drowsy pets, lies my motivation for rising before the birds. A pair of estate sale wicker chairs with … More Before the Birds

Writing Out Loud

I’ve so many saddles to get back in: writing, exercising, home organizing, self-care, computer clean-up, but rather than choosing one place to start I imagine the whole lot as a giant pile-up on the highway with no shoulder, no movement and I have to pee. But not yet badly enough. Travel is a great illuminator … More Writing Out Loud

Where Do You Go?

Whenever I post photos of nature, this is one of the first questions that pops up. I also get, “I want to go where you go,” “Where is this?” “Can you take me with you?” Who knows how genuine these queries and comments are – haven’t we all supported our friends’ posts in similar ways? … More Where Do You Go?

Sunset Celebration

The husband and I recently trekked across the state for a brief respite from all things home – mostly responsibility of any kind – to visit the gulf. I am one of those people who lives in the magical land of Florida. Less than an hour to the ocean, a little more than two to … More Sunset Celebration

Meeting Royalty

  Sometimes getting in the car and driving in one direction for a couple of hours is all you need for a new perspective. It felt like time for a road trip so we did what we normally do: pick a direction, find a town we’d like to check out and go for it. This … More Meeting Royalty

Fire Down Below

This is a little story about customer service.  One of the very first blog posts I wrote about India started, “India always smells like its a little bit on fire.” Today I got to experience the source of that smell first hand. Or at least one source.  I was staying in an international luxury hotel … More Fire Down Below