Hi Frank, I want to fill you in on the progress of my treadmill dance project (see MyFunkyChallenge). There have been a few things that tried to and somewhat succeeded in interrupting my momentum. Nevertheless, I remain determined. I hesitate to even
Frank, your way of getting around seems to be by leaps and bounds, which is a great and natural workout, I'm certain; however, you might enjoy the surprise I have, stemming from a recent experience I had at the gym.
I know, I know, you were hoping for another post about kissing, weren’t you. This post isn’t about that; however, it’s full of romance. On a twinkling night in Prague, across the Charles Bridge and down the riverside walk along the
As I watched and listened to the violinist, (an excerpt of which you can hear below) my eyes welled up with tears. I stood there on that bridge built in 1347, the Charles Bridge which crosses over the Vlatava River,
Thought I was finished posting about my European travels? Well, almost! For those who don’t use Instagram or Facebook or are simply interested in taking a second glance, here’s a gallery of shots taken in amazing Prague. Later, I’ll be posting
On my way to Prague! The man seated next to me on the flight over decided I needed to have a claw and insisted on taking a picture. It was quite a comfy get-up and I slept well on the
Change of plans - I’m in Rome! Took an overnight train from Salzburg to meet Bess who is arriving early for our Mother-Daughter jaunt. Vienna will have to wait ‘til another time; this will be special. I’ll tell you, though,
As I walked from my taxi to the entrance and opened the enormous, heavily carved doors of Gästehaus im Priesterseminar, the spiritual warmth inside gave an immediate feeling of both peace and renewal. After checking in and unpacking a bit,
Dear Frank, If you were here right now I’d be giving you big kisses and hugs and perhaps we’d even dance around a smidge. This may be what’s called relief and anticipation all at once. There’s no place here for proper
Many decades ago, when I was about 20 years old, I decided it would be simply the greatest experience if I could play — just once — on the pipe organ in a large church. I wanted to know what it