Storm Ali, arrived today and nearly unannounced or, to better say, it arrived preannounced only by a yellow warning, that in Ireland doesn’t bother anyone. The beach was extraordinary windy, but we attempted our regular walk as usual. We managed… Read More ›
Thanks to the women moon circle the walk and morning coffee trio had free tickets for a health and nature exhibition called Vitality. One crazy Italian, one mad Irish and one crazy Swedish are all on board of the self-fuel… Read More ›
The traffic in town is atrocious, and despite the fact I left home well in advance for my appointment I am now risking to be late. In the distance I can see the traffic light going green, yellow, red, green… Read More ›
The summer holidays had seen us coming back stronger and braver than before we left.So strong and braver that in an impulse of pure boldness the girls and I shared the expenses of a new aquarium. My oldest followers know… Read More ›
And with a standing ovation of all the mothers in the world, the school reopened. Thursday was the big day. The day we all regained our free mornings. I seriously doubt I was the only one excited :the girls, in… Read More ›
It is time to say goodbye to Italy. As always I am conflicted between the sadness of leaving my parents and my grandparents and the happiness of going back home to my routine and fresh weather. Yes, I need fresh… Read More ›
A few years back we made the mistake to bring the girls to the water park. One of those fun park where you have to bring your kids only once to be bound for life and that is exactly what… Read More ›
My grandpa sight is very poor but he still holds in his car and driving licence. The only one to get some benefice from this is the local church where my mom and most close relatives go to light a… Read More ›
In the last two weeks, I certainly had a taste of what the travelling husband life is. I am, in fact, under the impression that I did nothing but getting on and off planes; packing and unpacking bags, loading and… Read More ›
The airport is packed,the passport control queue is a long human snake whose body is splitting in different directions. I am selected for a swab control.A random check they say, but I’m starting to think it is not random at… Read More ›
