so much to do, so little time
Sunday morning started with another surprise — absolute quiet and silence. Not a tiny squeak anywhere in the wooden squeaky old inn. Outside was gray and threatening with rain. It was relatively early and we were not rushing. There was no one downstairs. Not a …
On the first morning in Cotswolds we slept in. What woke us up was a light but ceaseless chatter coming from outside of our window. It reminded me of the May Day parades that walked under my bedroom window in Moscow. Sans festive music. Last …
We woke up in Trapani, in beautiful comfortable La Casa di Andrea, bright and early and went outside. Mediterrania — to the left of us… Monti di Trapani — to the right… Here we are — driving to Palermo airport… Good bye, Sicilia! Hello, foggy …
And we lived to tell the tale. No one came after us in the middle of the night, no kidnapping took place. We woke up to the delicious pizza leftovers from Salemi. I love having dinner leftovers in the hotel room in the morning — …
In the morning of our day three, we planned a breakfast with Charlotte and her friends. The weather was fine, we woke up early and went around our neighborhood. We were staying next to Chiesa di San Domenico, a baroque-style church that is regarded one …
The next morning started with a reunion on our balcony. The sleep-in was not as dramatic as the morning before and we almost flawlessly fit into Charlotte’s Italian timing. It was her day off and Tom made plans. The little balcony of our room felt …
The first morning in Sicily started slow. We slept in without tracking time. It was nice not to have any plans and enjoy the time, the open balcony, sounds coming from the street, slow shower. Our affittacamere had four units. Three of them were vacant. …
— Small or large? Barista at the Newark Airport’s Terminal C was a broken record. So were the travelers ordering beer at her counter: — Large. An airport bar, a starting point of a journey, it hands a legitimate excuse to do nothing and choose …
Our last day. We visited my mom and my brother. This has been their place for the last ten years. Maybe because mom and I have lived apart for so long I do not completely accept her relocation. It feels like she is still around …
The previous day, we probably walked the most on this trip. Naturally, we slept, as they say in Russia, without our hind legs. Worked out horses sleep with their hind legs so relaxed that, once awake, they can only get on their front ones and …