Tag Archives: Italy

Can an escape artist find home?

The scent of cinnamon and coffee combined with a late afternoon sun that made me slide on my sunglasses though I was indoors in the coziness of my local coffee shop together with the softness of my scarf draped around … Continue reading

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Lost in Naples

I wonder if what we most worry about when we travel is if we will find kindness when we need it in our unknown wilderness? The cab driver had dropped me off at one end of the rotary circle and … Continue reading

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Nothing extraordinary…just waves galloping over ice and a bit of time travel

I watched waves gallop over the ice at Mills Lake on a late fall hike in Rocky Mountain National Park Friday. I listened to the wind, like giants rolling in the sky, moving so quickly that when I stood up … Continue reading

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Letting it all sink in (thoughts from my final night in Italy)

“Returning home is the most difficult part of long-distance hiking; You have grown outside the puzzle and your piece no longer fits.” — Cindy Ross I’m ready to go home. I’m ready to make my own coffee when I want … Continue reading

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Remembering not to forget: The first in a series of essays from Italy

“I only went out for a walk and finally concluded to stay out till sundown, for going out, I found, was really going in.” – John Muir Some trips are meant to be taken less for what you will see and … Continue reading

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Ciao bella…oh, and use your crystal

I’m on my way to Europe for the first time. Italy beckons and has been for years and it’s time for me to just go. My grandmother, who recently died at the age of 99 was fascinated with everything Italian, … Continue reading

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