At Last! After three days of rain, and being shut in the apartment because of miserable head colds, we awaken to sunshine. It is a gift. Nibbling on a breakfast pastry and sipping strong black coffee we agree to seize the day and head for Pisa. Time that seemed to spread like an eternity before […]
Sienna Stumble Leaving the bus at the foot of centro storico in Siena, Michael immediately crosses the street and begins walking away from where I feel we should be walking toward. I follow. We weave our way through the Wednesday market, finally leaving the vendors behind, venturing into a large brick complex surrounded by trees—with […]
Sunday Lunch It is the weekend of the monthly antique fair in Lucca, and we are seated in Ristorante del Giglio, adjacent to one of the many piazzas where the antique dealers display their wares. The sun is bright, almost too bright. The day is warm. Too warm for the clothes we wear—I see sundresses […]
Stumbling. Tumbling. Drifting. Climbing. The day is sunny. The seas are calm. Mike and I congratulate ourselves for traveling to Cinque Terre after the hordes have departed. There are only two other couples on board the ferry. One of them stops and speaks to us. After a bit, I have to ask, “Do you know […]
Dalla Terra, Della Roccia (from the earth, of the rock) Standing in the narrow street of Portovenere—the city gates behind us—we ring the bell. No one answers. We ring the bell again. On the third ring—after five minutes—I become concerned. “Maybe we should call,” I say. The phone number is in big letters just beneath […]
Lunch The tuxedo-clad waiter at Buca di San Antonio glides from table to table taking orders, murmuring appreciation of selections. Younger men in black pants, black vest, and white shirts deliver food. This seems a place of special occasions. We are here, and for me, that is celebration and occasion enough. Rows of intimate tables […]
Twenty years ago I fell in love with Rome. She left me breathless. I loved her color, her age, her architecture, her art, her statues, her monuments and her history. I was heartbroken the day we had to say good-bye. To assuage my grief, the morning we left Rome, Mike took me on a world wind […]
I love laundry. To me it symbolizes a fresh start. Hanging on the line you can almost tell the personality of the person who wears the clothes. I find laundry charming…picturesque…especially laundry hanging between buildings or from second story windows. Everywhere in Lucca there is laundry. Fresh. Clean. Happy laundry. …and then there is ours. […]
It feels like we are entering through the back door of the old town, uninvited, and no one is home. We do the only thing we know to do. We walk. Up…up…and up. Twisting our way on ancient stones to the top of the town and the church that towers above it. Austere and forbidding, […]
Lunch in a Mountain Village It is a Thursday—ordinarily not a special day—but this Thursday is different. I find myself standing in the kitchen of a village house in Monti di Villa, asking, “Can I help?” The screen on the window to my left is tattered, torn from its frame, and frayed at the bottom. […]
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Simply put, I love Texas. I have lived almost my entire life in this state. Born and raised in San Antonio, I spent the majority of my adult life in Fort Worth, in addition to ten years—on and off—sailing in and around the Gulf Coast on our 40’ Endeavor, Island Rose. For the past ten years, my husband and I have called Wimberley home—and if I love Texas—I adore the Texas Hill Country.
We have traveled extensively in this state--from deep East to far West, from North to South--and have probably been on more back roads and in more towns than anyone I have encountered. I AM a Texan—through and through!
I’m a foodie. I love to cook. I am a good judge of what is excellent, what is not. We will drive two-and-a-half hours for Saturday lunch; for the journey and the destination. I love picnics and trying out local wineries. Food and wine pairings draw me like a magnet. And music—all kinds. Concerts are on the menu at our house every year, be they concerts in a house, in a park, in a barn, in an auditorium or at a winery--we're there.
I paint. I cook. I entertain. I love back country roads and small towns—we own two convertibles so I can be sure that nothing bars the experience of just being there.
I finally decided it was time to share my love of this state and these hills with anyone who will listen or read, letting them in on on the famous, the infamous and the not so famous places that dot the countryside and cities. I'll share stories, experiences, and recipes.
Hopefully, you will come along for the ride, blaze your own trails and let me know if you are having fun. If you step out your door and take a chance, I know that you will!