When we turned the corner on the freeway on the way into Sydney and I caught a glimpse of that oh-so-familiar skyline, I waited for the feeling to settle. That feeling of homecoming. Of nostalgia, of “this was always my place, and it knows me, and I have come home.” But the feeling never came….
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Echuca, Central Victoria. Arrival time 5:20pm Scout: I want to live in this hotel forever, because it has got Peppa Pig on television. Ralph [with glee] : Noise! Noise! [about the people coming and going from our hotel at all hours throughout the night] Me: Wow, this place has got a spa. That was unexpected….
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It’s our last weekend in Adelaide. Everything is packed, and we’ve spent the past couple of nights eating takeout and playing Uno because there is nothing else to do. So, today, we took ourselves on a little exploratory trip to some country towns we’re not likely to pass again any time soon. I forgot to…
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You cross the drawbridge and enter the ramparts searching for ghosts. There should be many; Carcassonne has a sad and brutal history that spans 3000 years. But if they are in the cité today, the ghosts are silent. You are in southern France, not far from Toulouse. There have been Celts living here, then Romans,…
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Happy New Year! Are you excited? Renewed? Planning new adventures? I sure am, but it was rather therapeutic today to think through the year that was. (Hint: as you read this, you might even discover a special little surprise I’ve been keeping up my sleeve for a while now.) January Harvested a veritable vegetable bounty…
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Day 1: guests for the weekend – dear friends long missed; hugs and more hugs; exploring the Central Markets; eggs for leisurely breakfast at an old cafe; loading up with fresh cheeses, tomatoes on the vine, hummus, beetroot dip, radishes, still-warm baguettes and a tray of glowing nectarines; talking, talking, talking together; making lemonade with…
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It was one of those gentle, magical days. A gift. We were in Nice, France. We wandered through the Old Town until I found the perfect striped straw bag I had been searching for, then took it with us to the open-air markets. There we bought olives, strawberries and enormous green grapes, warm from the…
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On Friday Mr B and I took to the road (again) and drove 1500 kilometres in two days. That’s not even close to a record for us, but it was still bloody exhausting. We do love a road trip, but this one somehow left us feeling old. On the other hand, what a wonderful weekend…
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At the park, rain-mist and a light breeze build goosebumps up and down my arms, welcome after a sweltering yesterday. We toss a ball for Oliver until he gets so weary he runs away with it and lies down under a tree, one paw possessively on the ball and a suspicious eye on the three…
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I walked into a church last month and it felt like a mother’s arms around me. I don’t even like churches, let alone grand cathedrals. But in this one, you could almost see the prayers like butterflies, floating to the heavens. The church was the Cathedral of Notre Dame, Paris, and I couldn’t have been…
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