Maui Wowie!



Mister and I spent our big anniversary on the Hawaiian island of Maui. To say it was grand would be the biggest understatement to pass my lips in adulthood. Let me just qualify it this way: it was greater than I had dreamed.



Hawaii can be predictable, with its luaus and rituals. But you know what? When you’re there, you don’t care! You’re happy to participate in any and every little thing that makes the place so, well, Hawaiian. For the record, Mister and I did not attend a luau, as we’ve done that before. But we hadn’t had tropical drinks in hollowed-out pineapples, so we jumped right on that one…



For the most part, we did a bunch of nothing. We did drive up Haleakala one day, where we were above the clouds. But we were too danged lazy to get up for sunrise, so that will have to wait for another time.


We almost managed to not get sunburned. But we went for what was supposed to be a short oceanfront stroll, and somehow managed to get lost. (I kid you not.) Cut to 3 miles later, and yes, we had gotten too much sun.



We ate magnificent food and we drank magnificent elixirs. People were friendly and the weather was beautiful. It would be easy to say Maui delivered everything we expected. But that wouldn’t be accurate. For we received so much more than expected, and we were all smiley and hand-holdy before we knew it.


There are about a jillion and one places I’ve never been and would love to visit. But I’ll tell you this: if I could go back to Maui next week, I would. And the week after that, and the week after that, and the week after that…


A Vacation From My Vacation



You know, sometimes a gal has to recover from so much relaxing. Throw together some beer and the Emmys and dang! If that doesn’t equal mindless lay-about time, I don’ t know what does.


I’ll do my best to get back in the groove tomorrow.

Siena – After the Rain



People flippin’ love Siena, Italy. I mean, they reaaaaallllllllllllllllllllyyyyyyyyyyy love it.


And it is pretty danged cool. The last time I was there, Mister and I had lunch beneath an awning – right in the middle of a late-summer rain storm. The air was cool and the rain was beautiful. We were dry and the food was wonderful. By the time we were finished with lunch, the rain had subsided and we crossed the square for gelato.


This photo was taken after those cleansing, cooling rains. We were able to walk around for a few hours and we saw all we could. The skies approved, clearly, a few clouds not withstanding.


I have to admit, I’ve never stayed in Siena. Maybe that’s why I’m not in the camp of Siena devotees. But I would love to go back someday, stay there and experience the Palio. It’s nice to have adult dreams. Maybe I’ll get to check that one off. Maybe.


Anyhoo, this photo reminds me of sitting beneath that awning with Mister, not saying much, just listening. To the sounds of Siena in the rain. I can almost hear it now…


Another Precious F*&%@$! Hill Town



I love Italy. It holds a special place in my heart. I’ve been twice and I’d go again in a heartbeat. As that simply isn’t on my horizon, today I’m taking a moment to visit in my mind.


I don’t remember the name of the town in the above photo. Mister was messing around with the light settings on the camera and ended up with these crazy-cool shots. We kept joking about the place being yet “another precious f*&%@$! hill town.” We didn’t come up with the saying – that credit goes to the same gal who curses the sun and inspired the song “You’re Not the One.” But it’s an apt expression for the varied and multiple hill towns populating Tuscany. They are all spectacular. They are all interesting. They are all precious.


Anyhoo, just after Mister finished taking the series of photos sampled above, we decided it was late and were ready to get back to the olive grove where we were staying. I had held back on the vino, so I was the designated driver. And that was great. But friends, one of the features of many a precious f*&%@$! hill town is the closing of the town squares to vehicle traffic. This sometimes takes place in the evening, ensuring open, safe areas for pedestrians. It’s lovely, and I’m all for it. When I spot the signs. On the night of this photo, I missed the signs and drove smack-dab through the gathered pedestrians. It wasn’t pretty. And they were really letting me have it. In Italian. As they scrambled for their lives. I felt like the dorky American I was. Am. Whatever. Fortunately, no lives were lost, and there were no injuries. Mister and I laughed until we cried, then we made our way to that olive grove.


It’s a fun, crazy memory. I’m glad we have the pictures to remind us, and to take us back to that precious f*&%@$! hill town. I hope we can return some day. But I swear, I’m not gonna be the designated driver next time.

Another Mind Trip



I’m sensing the end of this dark tunnel of moving. I can’t claim to see the proverbial light yet, but my gut tells me it’s just around the corner. My gut never lies, friends.


Anyhoo, I think another little mental road-trip is in order, if only for the sake of my fragmented sanity. And today I’m thinking of a TV show I loved as a kid – “Mork & Mindy.” (Talk about fragmented sanity…) I loved everything about that show when I was little. The characters, the humor, the lessons. And Mindy’s apartment! The exterior was so beautiful, and I so wanted to live there. Alas, that hasn’t come to pass.


But I did visit the house used in those exterior shots. I walked all over Boulder, Colorado, in search of that gorgeous house. And when I found it, I wasn’t disappointed. In fact, I couldn’t do anything but smile. That moment was yet another where the kid in me got to see a dream come true.


I got to visit Mork’s & Mindy’s house. What a trip.




I’ve not been on a proper vacation in a dog’s age. As of this writing, there isn’t one on the horizon.


I’ve been blessed to travel the world. Lord willing and the creek don’t rise, I’m not done.


For now, I may spend a little time looking through my old vacation photos. If I close my eyes, I can remember the food, the air, the emotions…


The world is a beautiful place.