A View, Survival and Sancerre Wine
I climbed the tower and am now sitting at Cafe des Arts in the central square in Sancerre, France drinking wine by myself.
I’m calling it a reward. And it is glorious.
The Mystery of the Champagne Corks of Chinon
Two champagne corks rested side by side in front of the park bench. What was the story behind them?
Garmin and Me: How My GPS and I Became Friends
When I was driving in France around the Loire Valley several weeks ago, let’s just say my GPS device and I got to know each other pretty well. Here are some things I observed and how our relationship developed from its rocky beginnings.
Château de Chenonceau: The Loire Valley’s Castle of the Ladies
The Château de Chenonceau is largely known for the royal ladies who have held sway throughout French history and at one time occupied the magnificent structure with it five arch design that spans the Cher River. The history books say that the chateau we see today was built in 1513 by Charles XVIII of France. But this doesn’t tell the whole story.
Kentucky Road Trip and Some Unexpected Weather
A Kentucky road trip and the randomness of tornados and tourist attractions The Olde General Store on Mammoth Cave Road near Cave City, Kentucky, would … Read more
Blinded by the Beauty of Corfu
Part one of a three part series on visiting Corfu Arrival: The spring sun was setting brilliantly over the Ionian Sea as my six friends … Read more
A Little Peace at a Convent on Corfu
Part two of a three part series on Krista’s visit to the island of Corfu: The sun was glorious and hot as my six friends … Read more
Corfu Part Three: A Trip to Mouse Island
Part Three of Krista’s travels to Corfu: It was a gloriously hot day in Greece as my friends and I decided to leave our pool … Read more
A Colorful Grey Day in Amsterdam
Everywhere I looked something interesting was there to catch my eye. If I needed fur-covered wooden shoes or old-fashioned skate blades that buckled on, this was the place to find them. If I found a run in my tights, no worries! Plastic legs hung from a beam showcased versions in lurid red diamonds, blue stripes and black argyle. And should I find myself feeling nostalgic for those the days of Communism, a line of hammer and sickle topped hats danced in the breeze.
