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Protected: Venturing Out into the Wild’s of LA.

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  • 31 October, 2014
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Feeling blue

Ward Cleaver Where Are You?

I sat on the steps outside our Florence apartment feeling sad. Here I was, in one of the world’s most beautiful cities and just when I was about to really … Continue Reading →


As Good As It Gets

Traveling with three kids for several months leaves little room for romance. For the first time, Donna and I got a chance to escape for an evening. We found a … Continue Reading →

Clown hat with glasses and red nose

Where Did I Get This Nose?

The five of us climbed a seemingly never-ending staircase that zigzagged up a retaining wall of dark stones. David met us at the top. It wasn’t the statue (we’d seen … 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 →

Pisa, The Leaning Tower.

Leaning Over the Edge

The train to Pisa leaves every half hour from the Florence station. After my near encounter with the local fuzz, I was happy to board any train pulling out of … 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 →


Comes with a Mini Kitchen

I’d always heard the north of Italy was different from the south. I didn’t appreciate that until the day I stepped off the train at the Florence station. So far … Continue Reading →


The Italian Rock Star!

Our bus driver boarded and stood before us. He had the air of a rock star and I wondered if he expected applause. He took his throne behind the wheel, … Continue Reading →


Earthquakes or Volcanoes?

I woke to the sound of buckets of water splashing against my window. I looked out, expecting to see the enthusiastic face of a window washer balancing at forty feet … Continue Reading →