Wow. Not sure how to start a post after nearly three months away. Excuses first? A heartfelt apology? Groveling? Sniveling? Begging for forgiveness? A secret money exchange? A shoulder rub? Some cupcakes? Beer? Probably the beer. We'll drink to forget.... Continue reading

The fog rolls in during the night. On my morning walks with the dog, it's eerily quiet, as if the whole world has been reduced to the parameters of the muddy trails we follow. Walking along in silence, I find... Continue reading

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Hard to believe it's almost March. I am outraged. I am filled with fury. Do you hear that strange squeaking noise? Those are my teeth, as I grind them while typing this. Soon there will nothing left but tiny white... Continue reading

Couldn't resist sharing this old photo of my Grandpa Joe (on the right) during his visit to the Munich Hofbräuhaus sometime in the early 1950s. Not sure who the woman between them is--theHofbräuhaus Hottie--but I do know the fellow on... Continue reading

View of Marienplatz (Mary's Square) and the Neues Rathaus (New Town Hall) from St. Peter's Church--after climbing hundreds (thousands?) of stairs up a never-ending, spiralling, narrow, darkened staircase and nearly (possibly?) experiencing cardiac arrest. A little over an hour by... Continue reading

This little video was taken at the top of St. Peter's Church in Munich, right after Christmas, looking down at the New Town Hall and its glockenspiel. It's a little shaky--not enough caffeine that morning, methinks. I like seeing the... Continue reading

Still here...though it may seem otherwise. Will be resuming more regular posting in the near future. Yes, soon the quiet stillness of the photos above will be replaced with annoying chatter, alcohol and pastry-fueled antics and occasional inappropriate, yet undeniably... Continue reading

Intimate whispers in the Hofbräuhaus, Munich ********************************************************* Sorry it's taken me so long to get back to our post-Christmas visit to Bavaria. I've been in deep hibernation mode--lethargic and unresponsive--surrounded by strategically placed pillows and covered by the world's most... Continue reading

Garmisch-Partenkirchen, Bavaria Pretty sure leaving a Christmas Day post up for weeks at a time does very little to build-up blog readership. Might as well have included some Maria Carey/Christina Agulera Christmas duets playing on a loop. If anyone out... Continue reading

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Wait! It can't be Christmas already! I haven't even written about the German Christmas markets yet! 'Tis a travesty! I had so much to show you! Like photos of me...ordering mushrooms cooked in a heavy cream sauce! Wait! There's more!... Continue reading

Inside, the tree filled with its bounty of German mushrooms, glows. While outside the snow fortress grows... Best not to think too much about the kleine Schneeberge out in front of the house, which at this rate will soon be... Continue reading

The Colosseum Ah, Rome. You are a treat for the eye. The eyes, I mean, as I did keep both open while walking your confusing labyrinth-like city streets. View from the top of St. Peter's Basilica, The Vatican Standing at... Continue reading

Such pretty afternoon light on our chilly, snowy walk today. Couldn't resist sharing it with you. Tex and I walked along the farm fields through the deep, heavy snow drifts. With his little stubby legs working overtime, he struggled along... Continue reading

What? You thought I'd skip the sexy nighttime Christmas photos? For shame. No. Never. You mean that much to me. And to Tex. Plus, it's a chance to show off my new (old) German Christmas tree stand, given to me... Continue reading

The snow has been constant for weeks now. Every day a little more. Yesterday it snowed from morning till night without stopping. We awoke to a world blanketed in heavy, wet snow. This meant, of course, more shoveling. And sweeping.... Continue reading

Last year it was twigs and berries up in this beeyotch. This year, our pre-Thanksgiving throwdown 'twas so much more. Twigs...and...moss...and...seedpods...and, pinecones. And pumpkin candles. Yes. Yes. And please don't forget the evergreen fronds...and the tiny blown-glass bird. And the... Continue reading

Because she has turned my attention from one thing... to the next.  Yes, they are Guinness Stout Cupcakes. And yes, they are delicious.  Recipe here. The facilitator in action: How could I resist? via westwillow on etsy. Continue reading

Recently, I became the recipient of the-world's-most-beautiful-soft-radiant-golden-yellow-dress-of-knitted-perfection. It arrived in an inconspicuous cardboard package, covered with a stunning amount of packaging tape. Upon inspection, the name on the return address turned out to be none other than one of the... Continue reading

Today I spent several minutes trying to put a shoe on my foot with little success. It was only upon closer inspection I discovered I'd already placed a shoe on that particular foot. A sign of my own inattentiveness? Maybe.... Continue reading

It may be time for a very belated small town Germany update. Twenty-five degrees on my morning walk with the dog yesterday. A hard frost on the ground all around us--everything silvery and sparkly in the early morning light. Sudden... Continue reading

It's been a bit quiet around these parts lately. I'd like to tell you I've been using my time constructively, making the world a better place. I'd like to tell you I've been pondering some of the deeper questions of... Continue reading

Dappled afternoon sunlight in the forest. **************************************************** Cheery red Fliegenpilz...with bites taken out of them. (But not by me.) **************************************************************** Tiny, baby Fliegenpilz. *********************************** Grown-up, Momma Fliegenpilz. ******************************************** Walks in the countryside... ************************************** with visiting family and friends. ********************************************** And...small... Continue reading

When not writing elaborately long-winded posts about my travels through Scandinavia, visits to German wine fests and long weekends in NYC, I like to sit on hay bales in the German countryside and watch the sun set. No. That isn't... Continue reading