My last post recapped Dad’s rough first month in Assisted Living. All kinds of ups, downs and sideways lurches since then leave me reporting… about the same. And I’m whiny and exhausted myself. My sister and brother are back in Alaska for a break,...
I’m running a bit.. behind in my blog posting. Like three months behind! I meant to post this back in September, to follow up with more Fascinating French-landia for all you Franco-Philes out there! But best intentions yada yada yada… Anyway, anticipation...
From my earliest days, “France” has meant “Paris.” I blame Richard Scarry. Remember his books when we were kids? Busy colorful pages of rabbits, elephants, cats and bears doing all the things we do, going all the places we go, teaching words in...
This post picks up where the last one left off – in the mountains just before the desert, in Matmata. We’d had a great recommendation of a little place to stay, consisting of actual troglodyte caves, lovingly maintained as you can see below: I found an...
Maybe if you lived in the heat of central-south Tunisia, a cave would appeal. Here you will find what they call les maisons troglodytes – troglodyte caves. Leaving Djerba, we were on dull flatland for a fair stretch but we saw pale red mountains looming, dotted...
Ali and I next traveled to the eastern coast of Tunisia and stayed a night in Monastir. Without knowing what I was getting, I booked an old school all-inclusive resort for the night. And by “old school” I mean a buffet full of somewhat older people wearing...
