A Home of Our Own in Paris

“We got in one of those tiny elevators together and it seemed like the longest ride ever to the third floor. I fought my American instinct to break the silence and just stared at my clasped hands instead.”

Moving To Paris – Part Deux

“I can’t even remember if I cried as we pulled out of the driveway but I’m crying now as I think about all that we left. Not the stuff; the amazing people, the neighborhood and the experiences.”

Moving to Paris – Part 1

“I ended up taking lots of photos of sentimental items like my favorite Red Hot Chili Peppers t-shirt, hilarious poems about my love for whales, my diary from when I was 10 years old, a series of Rick Astley sketches and my dad’s Dolfin shorts.”

Time For a Meltdown

“We were walking back to the car and it finally happened. We’d been waiting for this the whole trip.”

Lovely Livorno

“We played football on the checkerboard boardwalk and marveled at the aquamarine waves crashing just feet away from us.”

The Professor, Patricia and Pisa

“A couple months ago my friend Mike posted on Facebook that he was receiving emails from a complete stranger describing this man’s travels in Italy.”

Rain and Rainbows

“I’m not used to all this rain. It’s been so dry in Southern California for years. We just get a sprinkle here and there. Anyway, the Tuscan rain has got me thinking.”

Getting Lost in Italy

“We were driving home towards Crespina and of course we got lost. Even with maps and a general sense of where you are going, Tuscany is not easy to navigate.”

Under the Tuscan Sunset

“We drove up a long driveway lined with cypress trees and found what looked like a large peach villa up on the hill. We could barely see anything but we had a feeling we were in a beautiful place.”