. Venice floats in my dreams. It, and the rest of Italy, is calling my name. Rich in history, art, architecture, and fabulous food, the whole region beckons to be explored. You can imagine my shock when this weekend, while out and about, I saw on the cover of National Geographic the title of an article, “Can Venice Be Saved?” “What?!? I didn’t know Venice continue reading …
A few years back, when some friends invited us to join them on a bike ride on The Virginia Creeper Trail, I was, you could say, a little apprehensive. Why the concern though? I grew up riding bikes – I practically lived on a bike when I was younger. I remember my most favorite bike. It was purple (’cause Donny Osmond’s favorite color was purple) continue reading …
In the grand scheme of things I realize travel isn’t of great importance, but I can’t hep’ it. I wanna go places. I want to stand on a distant shore, feel the wind in my hair and know, for that moment, the redneck within is tucked, far, far away… and I’m an international traveler… a woman of excitement… adventure… intrigue! Of course that would last about all continue reading …
