I want to follow this path and see where it leads. Crumbling villages and war-time heroes. Forbidden romance and gypsies and eccentric old women. Napoleonic treasures, Roman bridges and lonely shepherds. I’d like to know.… Continue Reading
I want to follow this path and see where it leads. Crumbling villages and war-time heroes. Forbidden romance and gypsies and eccentric old women. Napoleonic treasures, Roman bridges and lonely shepherds. I’d like to know.… Continue Reading
The truth is, when we aren’t on a family trip, I’m dreaming up another. At times these are within manageable reach, but then there are those that require us stretching and plotting and tightening the belts. Equally fun, even if occasionally frustrating for a nomadic heart. It may be in the blood. Both my sets… Continue Reading
Two years ago I went to a friend’s cottage with a few other women. While I didn’t know all those invited, it was … nice. That was the first and only time I’d gone away without family, D, or the kids since university in Wales. The cottage weekend was good, yet I long for something… Continue Reading