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Italy Prima Parte: Water, Water Everywhere
Despite the crowds and the flood (well, a small one) Venice was still wonderful.
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23 Days in Italy: Packed and Ready to Go
I’m planning and packing my travel wardrobe for Italy. Clothes for twenty-one days in one small suitcase.
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Much Ado About Very Little
We leave for our Italy trip soon. We’re packed and ready to go. Just twiddling our thumbs, now. And trying to not get too excited too soon.
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Planning My Travel Wardrobe for Italy
I’m planning my travel wardrobe for three weeks in Italy. Looking at old travel lists, and making decisions about what to pack.
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On Being a Tourist
It seems that looking like a tourist is something to be avoided at all costs, according to my research. Pah. What’s up with that?
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The Vicissitudes of Travel
Travel disaster stories make the best travel writing. And Martha Gellhorn writes the best stories about the vicissitudes of travel.
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Crazy for Georgia O’Keeffe Reprise
I may not know much about art or artists, but I know that I’m crazy for Georgia O’Keeffe. At least I am since I returned from a two day mini-vacation in Toronto last summer where I took in the Georgia …
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Tales from My Travel Journal: One More Portage
Years ago when Hubby and I were on our first canoe trip in Algonquin Park, I thought we would never, ever get to our campsite. Paddling is slow business, and takes endurance and patience. Like the proverbial kid in the …
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Tales from My Travel Journal: Adventures Downunder
“Stop!” I shrieked as we hurtled along the Bass Highway, south of Melbourne, Australia, “Stu-u-u… sto-o-o-op. It’s the giant worm!” Ha. Writing that makes me laugh. When I shouted at Hubby to stop, we were on our way from Melbourne …
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Tales From My Travel Journal : Ireland
I’ve kept a travel journal for years. I started recording our canoeing adventures back in the eighties, mostly because pictures cannot capture the essence of a trip like words can. Pictures cannot convey the misery of a sleepless night in …