First step, the stuff must go… When we are on vacation – or even at home – restaurant conversations have a way of starting. Someone recognizes us as fellow Americans, and we chat: “Where are you from?” “Originally,… Read More ›
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Veni, Vidi, Venchi… In search of La Dolce Vita in Rome
Rome, a city of ancient ruins; narrow, cobblestone alleyways; dozens of shades of crumbling, ocher buildings; giant lavender wisteria in full bloom; hundreds and hundreds of churches. It is a city which you can take by storm or where you… Read More ›
The Sweet Spot of Life
Tuesday was a Dickensian sort of day; a day which really did possess the best and worst of times simultaneously. We learned an old friend had passed away, a man just a bit older than us who was part of… Read More ›
In Search of Serbia in Szentendre, Hungary
As the HÉV train rumbles through the increasingly rural countryside north of Budapest, I read about the history of Szentendre, ‘Saint Andrew’. Hungarians climb aboard and then depart again, ladened with the purchases of their Saturday morning errands. Come summer,… Read More ›
A weekend in New York City
I grew up in a sleepy, little town near the Jersey shore; one of those places where rope swings dangled from thick,gnarled tree branches; rocking chairs and flapping American flags welcomed guests to our front porches; doors remained unlocked and… Read More ›
The World In Between 