I’ve blogged about my fear of heights before, and I blame this on never having gone skiing. Ever. Yes, opportunities have come up at Big Bear (practically in my backyard) and far more exotic locations like Portillo, but the dread of the ski lifts always followed with an excuse to back out of ski trips. So when I was …
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Venice Is Forever
 When I left you yesterday I was mulling over the window display at Chanel.  I can honestly say nothing shouted at me to come back to the store this morning. But let me spin you 180 degrees to the opposing store window at Hermes, where the green alligator Lindy bag literally made me gasp out loud:  In Europe …
Happily Flooded
 I haven’t been back to Venice, Italy in over ten years so you know I’m all over it when the opportunity rises to go there. This time, however, so has the water in Venice. I leave from the Charleroi Airport outside of Brussels for a very early flight to the equally tiny Treviso Airport in Italy. This is how …
C’mon Baby Light My Fire
 I’ve blogged before about how Namur has one of the most magnificent citadels left in the world. From the top of the hill you can see the entire city below, laid out along the Meuse River. Walking around the grounds amidst the medieval ruins is a walk back in time. In the summer the medieval festival is recreated here, …
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The Simple Joys in Life
 One of the upsides to traveling is spending time with friends who get to play tour guides with me. And as you know, you never really see the touristy parts of your hometown until you have guests, so it’s new to all parties involved. On this particular occasion I meet up with old and new friends at their flat …