Six months. That’s the magic window, people say, when you start to feel at home in a new place. And….they seem to be correct. I do. It helps that the sun is finally out, and hopefully out to stay. We wear short sleeves and sandals. A gritty line of sand remains in the shower, after … More Six Months
I write this from Rome, because when you travel with children, that’s how it works. You sit at a table, listening to the sirens wail, and the motorcycles rumble down the cobblestones. The kids watch The Fairly Odd Parents in Italian, and you sip your Peroni. And it’s okay. Traveling in Europe is a gift … More Traveling in Rome with the Lads
Questions from friends about our life here: Where exactly does the rain fall over there? It rains on the rooftops, and it continues to drizzle, sometimes for two or three days in a row. It puddles by the orange trees, and pelts the mar and playa. It rains on the streets, dimming the candles of … More Q&A
