Genoa is pleasing in its architecture, history, and people. The Ligurian Sea is an intimate presence one savors in the everyday. We rejoice the rooftop terrace of our B&B and particularly, the generous hosts, Gian Pietro and Gabriella, who suggest a plan to see their city on foot. Genoa lays claim to Cristoforo Colombo, plus a … More Genoa and the Sea
We relished a New Orleans adventure in December 2014! Three nights at the iconic Hotel Monteleone was the superb prize awarded by NATJA (North American Travel Journalists Association) for my 2013 Galapagos story. Previous trips there for business or pleasure took place pre-Katrina. Subsequently, our travel style and focus have transitioned a bit. Yet this city’s people, culture, history, … More Nawlins Nails It
He hopped onto a card garland, scaled the stove vent, and alighted on the blinds. Buddy the elf was identified by the boy above the manger, on the hutch, swinging on a garland, and observing The Last Supper. He hid on the hinge by the entry doors, and hitched a ride on the ceiling fan. On day 25, … More Elf Travels 16 to 25
Nonna wonders if the boy’s parents are becoming delusional, or simply up to their ears in parenting, work and holidaying. There appears to be some discrepancy or repetition in the elf’s daily whereabouts. I will simply take literary license here. I’m a bit puzzled. Is there is a connection between the character’s lofty placement and the father’s fibula stress fracture? … More Elf Travels 11 to 15
One day, he landed on the coffee brewer… And then, atop the lamp… Next, the elf invaded the photo gallery. Yesterday, he hung with Santa. Feeling a bit toasty today!
Again, high above was the smiling and mischievous elf!
The elf is upside down today when he is spotted high above on the mirror downstairs in the living room. The two year old is a bit skeptical. He senses his Dad’s imprint in the scenarios, but he says nothing. And he plays along.
Buddy was spotted from below in the air vent high above today. Big jumps were to no avail. Perhaps there is a bit of frustration on the part of the boy, or maybe it is simply wonder.
Already the elf was part of the two year-old’s goodnights. This morning he surfaced on the ledge near the balcony. Tricky, he is.