It was called the Gilded Age, a time when robber barons built excessive tributes to their self-proclaimed awesomeness. Newport was the epitome of this unbelievable excess, aptly dubbed Conspicuous Consumption…
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It was called the Gilded Age, a time when robber barons built excessive tributes to their self-proclaimed awesomeness. Newport was the epitome of this unbelievable excess, aptly dubbed Conspicuous Consumption…
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When women get to be “of a certain age” questions of appropriateness inevitably rear their ugly heads. I think I have squarely hit that certain age. With a vengeance.
My questions of appropriateness have actually turned into a LIST of questions of appropriateness:
Should I stop wearing shorts?
What about sleeveless blouses?
Is my hair too long?
When should I stop dying it?
Should I do something about my wrinkles?… CONTINUE READING >>
When women get to be “of a certain age” questions of appropriateness inevitably rear their ugly heads. I think I have squarely hit that certain age. With a vengeance.
My questions of appropriateness have actually turned into a LIST of questions of appropriateness:
Should I stop wearing shorts?
What about sleeveless blouses?
Is my hair too long?
When should I stop dying it?
Should I do something about my wrinkles?… CONTINUE READING >>
I have to wonder who thinks up things like zip lining? What kind of sick mind muses – “hey, lets launch folks across a gaping canyon on a wire – that’ll be awesome!”
Zip lining, in my mind, falls into the bungee-jumping, rodeo-clowning, leaping-off-buildings-in-suits-with-wings category of antics. Better off left to the fearless young whippersnapper types.
Not something I’d ever… CONTINUE READING >>
I have to wonder who thinks up things like zip lining? What kind of sick mind muses – “hey, lets launch folks across a gaping canyon on a wire – that’ll be awesome!”
Zip lining, in my mind, falls into the bungee-jumping, rodeo-clowning, leaping-off-buildings-in-suits-with-wings category of antics. Better off left to the fearless young whippersnapper types.
Not something I’d ever… CONTINUE READING >>
Rooted in the Dutch Golden Age, Hoorn made her name by welcoming ships laden with treasure into her harbor.Today, we found Hoorn just as welcoming; where else can you learn to eat herring like a Dutchman – from the former town mayor?
Or be welcomed into a home near a cannonball-deflecting defense tower?
And Veronica nearly lost her hand at the infamous Roode Steen… CONTINUE READING >>
Rooted in the Dutch Golden Age, Hoorn made her name by welcoming ships laden with treasure into her harbor.
Today, we found Hoorn just as welcoming; where else can you learn to eat herring like a Dutchman – from the former town mayor?
Or be welcomed into a home near a cannonball-deflecting defense tower?
And Veronica nearly lost her hand at the infamous Roode Steen… CONTINUE READING >>
How did we land ourselves in the pokey in one of Germany’s most charming towns? You’re going to have to read on to find out… CONTINUE READING >>
How did we land ourselves in the pokey in one of Germany’s most charming towns? You’re going to have to read on to find out… CONTINUE READING >>
We don’t know art, but we know what we like.. and we like it weird!Traipse along with your GypsyNesters as we scour the Louvre for the strangest masterpieces we could find…. CONTINUE READING >>
We don’t know art, but we know what we like.. and we like it weird!
Traipse along with your GypsyNesters as we scour the Louvre for the strangest masterpieces we could find…. CONTINUE READING >>
I’m a squinter. Always have been. My Grandma used to caution me, “Quit doing that – your face will freeze that way!”
In my twenties, David would affectionately tease me about my “worry line.” He would always know when something was amiss, all he had to do was look between my eyes.
Fast forward thirty (or so) years and, still, I squint on. The squinting’s worst when I’m writing – I don’t even realized I’m doing it.
And Grandma was right, my face… CONTINUE READING >>
I’m a squinter. Always have been. My Grandma used to caution me, “Quit doing that – your face will freeze that way!”
In my twenties, David would affectionately tease me about my “worry line.” He would always know when something was amiss, all he had to do was look between my eyes.
Fast forward thirty (or so) years and, still, I squint on. The squinting’s worst when I’m writing – I don’t even realized I’m doing it.
And Grandma was right, my face… CONTINUE READING >>
Jumping out of a perfectly good airplane has become one of those ultimate bucket list items.
Like living to 120 years old or climbing Mount Everest.
Of the three, the most feasible to me was the jump.
Which turned out to be a bit odd, because there was no… CONTINUE READING >>
Jumping out of a perfectly good airplane has become one of those ultimate bucket list items.
Like living to 120 years old or climbing Mount Everest.
Of the three, the most feasible to me was the jump.
Which turned out to be a bit odd, because there was no… CONTINUE READING >>
