Apparently, there’s fog in London. Can you imagine that?!
Martin and I escaped to the United Kingdom for a New Years vacation, just the two of us. It got off to a hectic start. We sat out on the flightline in Germany for more than 90 minutes due to a weather delay. Usually I prefer the window seat, but he switched with me so I could stand in the aisle awhile. Continue reading →
Almost exactly 13 years ago, Martin and I stepped out of that door back there into a whole new world with our newborn daughter. The Italian hospital has the area blocked off to public vehicles, so Miss C and I walked around the barriers to get this quick picture of the two of us there.
We had an early start this morning, so I skipped the make-up and threw on my sunglasses. When I took ’em off later, my oldest [brat] exclaimed, “Oh my gosh, Mom! You look TIRED!” This one, though, said, “Mom? You look really great today.” This one is getting extra ice cream. Continue reading →
We found a park where these two could burn some serious energy.
Our next stop is near the village of Polverigi, in the middle of Italy’s calf along the Adriatic Sea. There are rolling hills and many sunflower fields like this one across the street from where we are staying.
If you haven’t been to the Itria Valley in Italy, we highly recommend. We wish we scheduled extra days here. There is so much to explore, drink, and taste, for both kids and grown-ups.
For our fellow ex-pat friends, check out the discount flights to Bari or Brindisi. There are roundtrip flights for less than 100€ throughout the year.
This was her reaction when her Dad said she’s giving her Grandpa Larry some competition as the family’s food disposal system. Before this, she cleared four veggie courses, her main course of roast beef, part of her Dad’s meat rolls, and the rest of her sister’s pasta and cheese. We have no idea where it goes. Ahhhh, the metabolism of the young!
We visited the only two-story trullo house, Trullo Sovrano, in Alberobello. It is a museum showing how life looked in there in the 18th-century. Today’s “tiny house movement” clearly came from here centuries ago.
There’s a theory that people were skipping the mortar to avoid higher taxes. This appeals to Martin’s quest for a discount.
Another theory says people went without mortar so when the taxman came to inspect the property, the roof and walls could be quickly dismantled.
Property? What property? There’s no property here.
EVERYONE is coming over for dinner today, so it is all hands on deck to help prepare the feast. One cousin is making the pasta, another two carried up an extra table, there will be veggies and meat, and pastries…I skipped breakfast today.
When you are on an island volcano that reeks of sulfer, you order for breakfast the brioche and granita, which is a sweet roll with flavored melted shaved ice (like margarita mix) and cream.
Martin didn’t budget for a yacht, so we chartered a paddleboat with a slide attached for 15€ an hour and paddled out around the bay where the kids got to splash around water so clear we could see the fish and rocks down below.
Swimming with Tante Bärbel in the bay. That’s the active volcano Stromboli in the background.
Another view of the bay. The black sand is soft and fine and hot as hell. It’s been entertaining watching the crazy few (kids and adults) run from their towels to the water with no shoes or flip-flops.
This boy insisted on dragging the roller suitcase all over the island. It made him feel grown up and professional. He didn’t realize his big sister was behind him gently lifting it above all the steps and curbs.