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Back in the GDR

From a small kitchen off the lobby, Christopher emerged carrying a glass of white wine for Donna and a very large bottle of beer for me. I’d heard all those … Continue Reading →

Hot chocolate

It’s a Hot Chocolate Morning

Buildings of the Baroque era were built with paper thin walls. Either that or God gave Italians exceptionally loud voices. Regardless, I never got a full night’s sleep in Florence. … Continue Reading →

Bread Background

Street of Dreams

I raised my head from my pillow. Outside the window I heard the street coming to life. I turned my head to see Donna’s smiling face. “Lets go get some … Continue Reading →

Ice cream scoops collection on white background

The Love of Family

We decided to celebrate our last night in Sorrento with a dinner in our apartment. Jill and I walked to the market. She wanted to make mashed potatoes the way … Continue Reading →

Pasta with meatballs and basil with tomato sauce

Finding Home

Arriving back at our apartment in Sorrento, we piled bags of groceries on the kitchen counter. Lee found a local jazz station. Chris helped him connect his travel speakers and … Continue Reading →

Grocery store

Don’t Get Between an Italian and his Cheese.

In the middle of downtown Sorrento, we found the rooftop apartment we’d call home for the next week. As everybody settled into their rooms, I explored the kitchen and found … Continue Reading →

Bus Tour in Rome

Boom! It’s Rome

Of all my childhood toys, the most fascinating was a top. As it spun on the hardwood floor I’d study the tiny, plastic enclosed clown that barely moved amidst the … Continue Reading →


Bunny Comes to Dinner

I deep fried cubes of bread in olive oil as the kids walked into the village to meet our guest. A wooden salad bowl in the cupboard inspired me to … Continue Reading →