I’m grateful to no longer live in the land of always winter – that was my home state of Michigan. (At least that’s how it often seemed!) Always winter, but with Christmas! I much prefer southern Italy, where winters are mild and rare snow quickly melts. Only on our distant mountains does it last allContinue reading “Embracing Life’s Winter”
We’ve been back home a month now, after covering nearly 1500 miles (2400 km) this summer. Only to end up falling down a step and spraining my ankle, and now I’m laid low with an icky cold! So I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s better for me to just keep traveling all the time.Continue reading “Travels, Mishaps and Retirement”
Are Italy’s remote mountain villages finally entering the modern world?
June for us is a busy month. Hubby is busy finishing up his English classes. While I scurry about getting ready for our summer travels, as we usually visit and catch up with friends and churches. We’ll be traveling quite a bit this summer too, as usual. And I really wish you could join us!
Our Towns is really our Tale of Two Houses. Ah, the complex fascination of expat life (challenging, frustrating, but so blessed)! In fact, new acquaintances often ask, “So where are you from?” Our response? “Um, have you got an easier question?”
I wanted that pigeon dead; it’s sad but true. Now don’t get me wrong, I love birds. I’d like a house full of them, and barnyard too. (Not that I have a barn!) But I did not like that pigeon! “Kill that pigeon, I said!”
Storms and difficulties of all kinds and sizes come our way. From simple gray spells or times of discouragement, to life’s big storms and even pandemics. And they can really start to get us down. A lot of life’s problems are extremely serious, like this COVID-19 that is currently afflicting the world. And it canContinue reading “Ten Ways to Beat the Blues”
Going around Italian villages is like a journey into the past. Another time, another way of life. Everything speaks of times gone by. From narrow cobblestoned streets, to ancient buildings. With the ever-present scent of wood smoke, transporting the mind to slower days. When entire families gathered round the fire, chestnuts roasting and wine glasses toasting.Continue reading “Italian Towns: A Journey Into the Past”
We’ve been in and out of lockdown here in Italy more times than I count. And though they’ve varied in severity, they all have several things in common. They’re inconvenient and unpleasant. But even worse, they have been a great theft of our personal freedom and liberty. And from my observations, they haven’t worked.