Month: May 2014

The Castle That I Don’t Remember

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May 29, 2014

Going to the castle made me sad. Not because I didn’t have fun. I had a lovely time. But I knew it was all going to be over soon. My aunt and uncle and cousin had to drive back to their village, and the next day we’d leave for the Amalfi coast. I’d be back…

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Warning Signs in Italy

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May 27, 2014
Posted in: Random Musings

My family has trouble following directions. I’m not entirely sure if it’s a my family thing, or an Italian thing. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.   Like their total disregard for warning signs. Is it a countrywide epidemic? Or is it just that my family is nuts?

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Pranzo in Italy

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May 26, 2014
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I suppose I should have warned Rand.   Honestly, though, I thought he knew. That is why I didn’t lean over and whisper, “Pace yourself. There are four more courses to go.” I mean, why else are they called primi and secondi? They are referring to courses. What they don’t really mention in Italian restaurants…

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The Archaeologists in My Aunt’s Yard

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May 22, 2014
Posted in: Random Musings

I wish I had taken more photos of the archaeologists in my aunt’s yard, but I was too busy marveling at the fact that there were archaeologists in my aunt’s yard.  She was completely used to it, of course. Her village, my grandfather’s own, is ancient. I knew this. The area is full of artifacts…

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Giggling at the Fountains in Italy

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May 19, 2014
Posted in: Photos, WTF

Sometimes I think I have the maturity level of an 11-year-old. Other times, I am absolutely convinced of it. We’ll be walking around someplace beautiful, and instead of taking in the amazing architecture or historical significance of the place, I’ll be doubled over, laughing hysterically because there are two stray cats getting it on in…

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The Week: May 16, 2014

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May 16, 2014

Do you ever have a sad experience that lets you reflect on the beauty of existing? (That was a really awful sentence. Sorry. I think I just gagged a little.) What I mean is, have you ever found yourself crying about something, and then you realized that the reason you’re upset is that you actually…

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Borgo San Rocco 37, Frigento, Italy

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May 15, 2014
Posted in: Hotels

We needed a place to stay in Frigento. The home that my grandfather had bought my grandmother all those years ago didn’t have heat, so it was out of the question. We arrived just a few weeks before Easter, but even then, the house was still too chilly. I didn’t need much convincing on this…

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  • Take note: if you ask your husband if you can move to NYC roughly four dozen times, he will start to cave a little.
  • Incredible reading by the love of my life to a packed room at NeueHouse Madison Square. So proud of you, @randderuiter, and the amazing emcee work by @michaeliconking.
  • Re-posting this photo that @wilreynolds took of us and his youngest near the beach outside of Lisbon. We're back home now, and I can't decide what I miss more: this little guy and his brother, or Portugal. Actually, scratch that. I know.
  • This place looks like a damn fairy tale.
  • Lunch with a view of the water, and some of the best seafood of my life.
  • The entire drive from Sintra to Lisbon looks like this. It's just miles of blue sky and rocky beaches.
  • No filter. This is just what Sintra looks like.
  • This street artist does amazing collages of animals from hunks of discarded plastic he collects (part of an effort to raise awareness about some of the most vulnerable victims of pollution). They're all over Lisbon, but we managed to get a close up view of this one.
  • Thousand watt smile on the little dude, and I am done.
  • Those eyes though.

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