We weren’t going to attend my high school reunion. We’d gone to L.A. a year earlier, even though that reunion had been Covid-canceled prior to our trip. But, finally, we said why not … especially when we attached it to a couple weeks in Hawaii. We were lucky to get…

Caveat lector: This is just an excuse to post photos of Hawaii. FeeL free to scroll through the blah-blah-blah and behold the blue. This wasn’t going to be a tourist trip. No lei greeting … no hotels … no luaus. We’d stay with David’s niece Aja and assorted friends. …

Lago di Garda is our lake, our favorite. David fell in love there. Not with me, but with Italy in 2004. We stayed in Room 411 … quattrocentoundieci was David’s first word. …

After cappuccino and cornetti, we said arrivederci to our hosts in Rome, newlyweds Joyce the American and Claudio the Roman (sorry for the geographic mismatch), and drove north to Orvieto. After our supermarket tourism stop at the Coop, we made our way up the winding hill along increasingly narrow streets…

It would be a short trip. Our American friend and newlywed Joyce wanted us to meet her marito romano Claudio. They had moved to an apartment in a Rome suburb with a guest room … an offer we couldn’t refuse. As with all trips, once we pick the dates, I…

1/23 … January 2023. I don’t make New Year’s resolutions. I think about personal improvements on MY new year … my birthday.

Part 2 of 2 We were in L.A. for a few weeks, catching up with friends after the Covid-forced hiatus from travel. And much of everything else … except sourdough starter. This weekend would be spent with my chosen sister Agat. Since she’s French, we had stopped at Trader Joe’s…

Here’s the trip tik tok … 1.45 CET - alarm 3.15 - driver arrives to take us to Florence Airport 4.00 - arrive at airport 4.10 - check in 4.25 - wait for security to open 4.35 - Covid security check 4.40 - baggage security check 4.55 - get to gate 6.15 - boarding 6.40 - wheels up 8.15 …

Living life through a straw. While a liquid diet leaves lots of choices, one is limited by the diameter of said straw. Even a ”big” one for boba bubble tea requires gruel-like consistency vaguely reminiscent of “please sir, can I have some more?” It all started when I broke my…