Today the wind is blowing the sleet sideways. Frozen slush is pelting against my window and I’m thankful to be inside a warm home. My bones hurt. More than ever, I dream of our winter home-to-be in Spain.
This July was a whirlwind of travel throughout some of the loveliest sights that England has to offer. I highly recommend any of them for the curious traveler.
This year is full of Italian delights. Yippee! June took my husband and I to wonderful Piemonte (Piedmont) in northwest Italy, our second of four trips to Italy this year. A region we had never been to before.
One of the best things about living in Jersey is being so close to London’s airports that it is easy to travel within the UK and to Europe. Both are so rife with history, amazing architecture, intriguing people, delicious food and steeped in culture. This is the stuff that makes my heart sing.
I’m Back… It’s a joy to be blogging again. Thank you for reading!
In the past few years, I have had health issues resulting in some rather bazaar symptoms. I’ll spare you the unpleasant nitty gritty. The pinnacle of my unwellness was last December when on a ski trip to Whistler, I fell ill with bronchitis. I lay in bed, exhausted while my family skied. I never made it to the slopes.
The vibrant woman I once was fell away into a puddle of symptoms. It was as though my immune system had gone insane. Soul destroying stuff.