I don’t need to describe it all in detail. It’s too boring and I don’t want to relive it all quite yet. But we did make it to the airport, we got our mass of bags checked, our flights were smooth and the whole family got to Italy in one piece. All that happened in…
You guys are not going to fucking believe this. I’m in shock. I’m completely blown away. We just got home last night from the trip to San Francisco that left much to be desired. I was still processing and regrouping today. And then. Then the mail came. And what was there? Suspense. Suspense. THREE PASSPORTS…
Look at this. I have a real life, grownup, working website! I paid actual money to actual professionals to make me look like I have my shit together. We all know better, but at least I won’t be tempted to throw my computer across the room as often when working on the blog. You will…
I give today 1 star, I do not recommend it and I will not purchase this day again. For those following our “Let’s move to Italy” plan, today was an important one. Our Meet With the Italian Consulate in San Francisco Day. I have been working my tail off for the last two months to…
Have you noticed the ominous silence emanating from this blog? Yeah, me too. I was writing writing, inspired inspired, and then BAM! Life, in its sadistic way, snuck up and smacked me in the face. It will come as no surprise to any of you that Robert and I have been contemplating a move to…
You know that saying “There’s no one you couldn’t love once you’ve heard their story”? I call bullshit on that. There are plenty of people I dislike just fine after hearing their stories. Mostly though, when we take the time to learn someone’s history we open ourselves up to being touched by it. In Roland’s…
I’ve crossed the border between Italy and France enough times in the last year and a half to notice a few things. It’s just a tunnel, but three distinct changes occur when you go from the Italian side to the French side. The wine gets better. The drivers get worse. And the toilet seats disappear….
Look at this woman. How can you not just love her immediately? Not only is she gorgeous, she’s warm and generous and a fucking force of nature. Marcela was suggested to me as someone who could help me with a few of the bureaucratic hurdles that come with having/renovating a home in a foreign country….
Beautiful? Yes. But what do you even wear these with? I’m guessing it’s nothing I own. Will I be able to walk in them? On uneven stone or brick streets? I’d love to believe I’m the picture of grace and sophistication but I trip walking down my own driveway in Dansko clogs so, no. So…
There is the side of ourselves we show freely to the world, and then there is the rest, the parts that make us who we really are. All the vulnerable, fascinating, complicated bits. These bits are the reason I still love humans when as a collective we pretty much suck. I’ve been feeling overwhelmed, here…
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