Why We Love a Good Christmas Market

We love Christmas markets! 

The festivities, the food, the comraderie, the glühwein – put it all together and we’ve got ourselves a great way to ring in the season!

But really — you ask — how different can they be? Surely one Christmas market is the same as the next? 

Our reply? Not by a loooooooong shot! CONTINUE READING >>

We love Christmas markets! 

The festivities, the food, the comraderie, the glühwein – put it all together and we’ve got ourselves a great way to ring in the season!

But really — you ask — how different can they be? Surely one Christmas market is the same as the next? 

Our reply? Not by a loooooooong shot! CONTINUE READING >>

Our Favorite Winter Getaways (without going too far away)

With the weather starting to turn chilly we think now is a good time to take a look at some ideas for for a winter getaway and begin planning that escape. So let’s take a look back at a few of the places that we found the best for lifting our spirits over the past few winters… CONTINUE READING >> 

With the weather starting to turn chilly we think now is a good time to take a look at some ideas for for a winter getaway and begin planning that escape. So let’s take a look back at a few of the places that we found the best for lifting our spirits over the past few winters… CONTINUE READING >> 

Something Smells Fishy in Alaska

A uniquely Alaskan experience, so much so that you must be a permanent Alaskan resident to participate in it, meant that we could only be spectators while our son went about the business of netting salmon… CONTINUE READING >>

A uniquely Alaskan experience, so much so that you must be a permanent Alaskan resident to participate in it, meant that we could only be spectators while our son went about the business of netting salmon… CONTINUE READING >>

Doing Paris Like We Live There

We are heading back to France this week to visit our daughter’s family, including our one and only grandchild, so we thought we would revisit this story about seeing Paris more like a local than a tourist…

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We are heading back to France this week to visit our daughter’s family, including our one and only grandchild, so we thought we would revisit this story about seeing Paris more like a local than a tourist…

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Adventures in Nest Swapping

One of the many advantages to having an “empty” nest is the freedom to swap your nest with other adventurous types. We decided that before we sold our house, we would try using it as bait for a cheap month in New York City.

Being in the habit of Googling at the drop of a hat, we took the online approach to finding suitable exchanges. We looked at several different sites, and chose a well known one for its ease of use and abundant choices from all over the globe. For a small annual fee, one can peruse homes, set up destinations to visit and… CONTINUE READING >>

One of the many advantages to having an “empty” nest is the freedom to swap your nest with other adventurous types. We decided that before we sold our house, we would try using it as bait for a cheap month in New York City.

Being in the habit of Googling at the drop of a hat, we took the online approach to finding suitable exchanges. We looked at several different sites, and chose a well known one for its ease of use and abundant choices from all over the globe. For a small annual fee, one can peruse homes, set up destinations to visit and… CONTINUE READING >>

THE Talk

“I’m eighteen now, I can do what I want.”

The dreaded time when the spawn are technically adults but still in high school. At that age, it would seem that “adult” means the freedom to head out and start being stupid at top speed.

The standard “Not in my house” or “As long as you live under my roof, you’ll abide by my rules” replies didn’t seem to sink in with our young ‘uns. In fact, I could almost see the heels digging in to the floor.

One day while driving our oldest, The Piglet, to school, I got fed up and burst out with what became known in our family as “THE Talk.” No, not THAT “the talk”, this one:… CONTINUE READING >>

“I’m eighteen now, I can do what I want.”

The dreaded time when the spawn are technically adults but still in high school. At that age, it would seem that “adult” means the freedom to head out and start being stupid at top speed.

The standard “Not in my house” or “As long as you live under my roof, you’ll abide by my rules” replies didn’t seem to sink in with our young ‘uns. In fact, I could almost see the heels digging in to the floor.

One day while driving our oldest, The Piglet, to school, I got fed up and burst out with what became known in our family as “THE Talk.” No, not THAT “the talk”, this one:… CONTINUE READING >>