It's a Hard Rock Life When one thinks of going to the beaches in the USA, namely the ones in Florida near New Orleans where I am from, sand is uppermost on your mind. Towels and beach chairs are there to protect you from this gritty nightmare that sticks to anything and everything, especially your …
A visit to the seaside fishing village of Savudrija reveals many surprises from the hanging boats that are scattered along the beach to the ancient city of Sipar buried by the tides.
(This is the last of a six-part series on Heading Out to Sea After the Coronavirus Restrictions were Lifted in Croatia. It's our final days of our sailing journey on the islands and at sea in late May 2020). Entering Telašćica National Park After our late night in Sali plagued by plumbing and strange shrimp noises, …
Continue reading Biking at Telašćica National Park, Wimping Out and A Rainbow at the End
It had been been a long, cold isolated winter in Pula because of Covid-19, and we were anxious to get away from our apartment where we, like many others in Croatia, had spent the last two months locked down. As soon as the restrictions were lifted and cases had gone down to just a handful …
Continue reading Heading Out to Sea After the Coronavirus in Croatia
Should I Stay or Should I Go? (Part Two) Things have devolved with the pandemic situation since my last post, and because things are changing so fast, what I wrote before now seems downright frivolous. This post may seem that way now or two weeks from now, but I just wanted to let people know …
Autumn Fare, A New Language, New FriendsThere is something so beautiful about passing by a centuries old olive grove bathed in the waning sunlight of autumn. The glow that casts a spotlight on a centuries old olive tree seems to light a fire inside my soul and make me realize that our time here on …
Over the River and Through The WoodThe orange, yellow and red leaves swirled along the road to the small village of Juršići in Croatia as the sharp crisp, windy air of November and glowing sunshine of autumn announced this was going to be a day to remember. Inside the tiny European car my husband Mike …
As we walked along the cobblestone sidewalks of Rome, I became obsessed with the massive and unique doors that faced the centuries-old streets. Some were brown and heavy with brass knockers; some were heavy black iron; some painted, peeling, and solid, while some were newly varnished and clean. One thing that they all …