We have an ongoing joke at my house. I need to be at the airport 90 minutes before my flight, my husband is a show up at the last minute kind of guy. We call this hypervigilant check-in behaviour the airport gene. My oldest son has inherited it from me, (sorry Chris). It extends further. When I’m… Read More The Airport Gene
On the 4th of September 2010 Christchurch in New Zealand had a nasty earthquake. The majestic Cathedral of the Blessed Sacrament was closed. This was because it was deemed to need strengthening work. The second earthquake five months later was catastrophic. Here are 2 images from information boards outside the barbed wire fencing showing how… Read More Mary has her Moment
Upon return from travel, people say to me, “I want to hear all about your trip sometime”. I have found this is not actually the case. The Travel Story What they want is a distilled answer. Top one or two experiences in 10 words or less. Just the name of the towns; not much detail… Read More Travel Stories
It has taken hold this morning. After weeks of: ‘looking forward to’ and ‘doing my need-to-do list’; this morning I got ‘oh no, what am I thinking!’ and ‘I can’t do this’. I’m a bit scared. The first part of my travel is with my family in the UK and this is not scary at… Read More Pre-Walk Wobbles
Originally posted on Heart in Abruzzo:
There’s a striking railway journey that connects the Abruzzo province with neighbouring Molise. This journey is named the TranSiberiana d’Italia due to the evocative and remote scenery of the trip which crosses the Appenines, covered in snow much of the year. Historic towns, railway stations, mountains, valleys and plains of wild beauty are traversed…
I didn’t enjoy Rome so much this time. For all sorts of reasons it wasn’t flowing. I was jet-lagged, overheated and irritated. Instead of enjoying the places that in the past have given me the most profound sense of joy, I felt not much. I was noticing details I didn’t want to notice. The poor… Read More A Little Story: My Secret Sabaudia Visit.
Last year I spent many weeks in the south of Italy, this year the north. I am more frightened, exhilarated and emotionally moved in the south. I feel Italy’s beating heart pounding in my ears in the south.I hear the music in the people’s calls on the street and am shocked by their crazy, irreverent… Read More Italy’s Dichotomy: the North & the South