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Fear Conquering & Writing A Will
In the union of David and I, I am the less fearless. David has always been the adventurer – I am the homebody, the helicopter mom, the worrier. Selling the nest and heading out into the big, wide world, for me, was stepping outside the box. WAY out of the box.My biggest concern was to have our affairs in order, in the event of my certain demise. It’s essential for me to be sure that the kids are not burdened when I go down in flames in a hang gliding / bungee jumping / snowboarding / street food eating episode… CONTINUE READING >>
The Plan is No Plans
On the same day that we officially became “empty” nesters, the very day our youngest started college, we boarded a plane headed for Zürich. We didn’t really plan for the two events to happen on the same day, it just worked out that way.
What WAS planned was to… CONTINUE READING >>
Weird Regional Food Photo Gallery – would you eat it?
The wildest, weirdest and (sometimes) oddly delicious food we’ve seen so far!Did we try everything? Yes we did. Did we survive? Yes. Did we get sick? Well… you’ll have to click in to the gallery to see!
You won’t believe what people eat!
Sardinia Has the Best Donkey
Over the first night’s dinner, conversation turned to local food and customs. Gianluca mentioned that horse and donkey were the “national foods” of Sardinia and that people who are not from the island can find them hard to eat. It wasn’t meant as a challenge, but to us, the gauntlet had been dropped. Since David had tried horse on a previous visit to Italy, it was obvious that we must eat the ass.Sniffing around the next day, we found an intriguing little local haunt called Trattoria da Peppina in a tiny piazza near our hotel. Turns out… CONTINUE READING >>
How to Get Noticed in Palm Beach
Rockin’ razor-sharp hedges, fast cars and over-the-top opulence is just one way to stand out in an area known for its conspicuous “check me out” attitude.But we’ll stick to the more frivolous for our… CONTINUE READING >>
