Due to a satisfying dinner behind us and adventures unforeseen ahead, we needed a little din-Euro. (Get it?) So we got in line at the ATM and suffered in silence while this drunk American kid behind us strangled a great … Continue reading
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ANYHOO…our first night in Venice turned out to be fairly abbreviated. After all the walking and being lost…then being found and being fed…it was time to find our way back to the apartment. If we could. Clearly, we weren’t the … Continue reading
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After having finally found our apartment and, thus, narrowly escaping a fate of wandering forever lost in the Labyrinth of Venice like rats, eking out an existence on the steps of churches and warming scraps of food on my hair … Continue reading
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Calatrava Bridge Stepping into Venice was like stepping into the frame of a beautiful picture. How long had I dreamed of coming here? How impossible and exotic it had seemed, far beyond the mundane sphere of my everyday life. Now … Continue reading
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After a good night’s rest following our march around Rome proper, we were ready to catch the train up to Venice and — that’s right, baby — Carnevale! But not before, ya know, fueling up again at our new favorite … Continue reading
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It’s all Neil Gaiman’s fault really. It was this thing he said on his blog a few years ago. He wrote: “I suspect that Venice is full of ghosts. Not of Venetians, but of all the visitors who came, and … Continue reading
This is where I dream in front of the computer these days. My NaNoWriMo novel has taken me to breathtaking places. But this is the reason I’ve been a bit quiet. Just plugging along. I just broke 36,000 words today. … Continue reading
Fat Cat thinks it’s not a good idea to write about a place you’re not familiar with. My take on it is you go where the story takes you. Of course, it’s ideal to experience firsthand a particular locale, but … Continue reading
…and I’m on the verge of full panic mode. Well, not quite. I tend to like to wait until my toes are dangling over the edge before I start to panic. But I’m preparing to panic. Give me another few … Continue reading
