Something we will always agree on is deciding to visit Greece, especially the Greek Islands. Each has her own character and innate charms, their own version of a Greek salad, their own local cheeses and wines and their own view on the world. They are all united in their love…
Whenever I try to explain to people how I felt when we visited Rome, my mind races and my words stampede over each other into an incomprehensible babble. No bones about it, I. Love. Rome. From our lovely hosts Vincent and Barbara at Arena House to the waiters who remembered…
Ever since my parents brought back the stunning glassware from Venice on their trip back in the 1980s, I have been transfixed by Venice. So far removed from the usual with her tiny alleys, uncountable bridges and canals, overhung with shuttered windows and tiny clotheslines. We stayed in San Marco,…
The process of coming home is a complex one, made complicated by the messed up nature of the human condition when confronted with the prospect of a new reality. It’s been over eight months since I left my former reality behind, left home shores and pursued a long held dream.…
Santa Cruz is the money island, land of big houses, bigger boats and tourist prices. Our hotel gave us a suite room so we had a large terrace and kitchen for the group to share, used primarily for pre- and post-dinner drinks and conversations. The view over the marina and…