A Homeschool Story

Now offering a new series on where life as a French-speaker and an interpreter might take you. One of my friends joked it could be named ...

A post left to thaw out in the busy days since it was written. Here we were, just a few short weeks ago. Has this become a travel blog? It i...

In which the happy, adventuresome itinerant interpreter comes face to face with a near-ditch experience, seeks shelter in the first option a...

"Travel" was not a verb but a necessity. The work was not where my home was, thus, I drove to where the work was to be found, a co...

Here is the town that somewhat drew a line through my previous musings on architecture and national character. Of course, Mannheim was larg...

Who we are affects how we travel. I had only thought of this in the broadest of terms, as, years ago, I firmly believed that travel (and re...

I had a week...and then another week, and today I am writing from here; on the other side of France and on our way to Germany in a few hours...

A sweet little town of 30,000 people in the southwest of France; north of Spain, south of Bordeaux. The Atlantic ocean and beach is a 45-mi...

Valentine's first comment as we looked around, a little dazed, a little lost, in Venice, was; "I hate looking like I'm a touris...

This was the day we did our "official tourism"; first stop: The Doges Palace, or Palazzo Ducale in Place San Marco Sq...

Love the houses on the water:

This was the year for the twelve-year-old trip of my third child, Valentine, the one with the most Italian name, and fittingly, she had her ...

Someone took 743 photos on my new camera in Paris...maybe my photography-loving son who conned me into letting him hold onto it for me. Her...

Plane, 5 train/metros and 7 million steps later...we arrived at our destination, 7 of us and 6 suitcases. Our lovely aunt and uncle whom we ...

First leg of journey: Scandinavian Airlines from Chicago to Stockholm. Just after the 4-hour car trip to Chicago, with my kind, indulgent f...

The suitcases are all laid out, ready to reception the goods. My closet has been cleaned out, sorted into "bring, leave and get rid of....

First, accept the fact that you are nuts. Then move on. You've done this before and you can handle it. Most likely. Well, maybe have a c...

Our tour guide, on bus day, reminded the mostly foreign audience, that in Scotland, the people were known as Scots or Scottish, but not Sco...

 

This is a tiny memorial structure in the garden dedicated to the Queen Mum. The garden is fairly new, so the flowers are still growing there...