"Hey Princess, something seems a bit different about this field."

Yesterday, my pet sitter back in the U.S.  pointed out that the flowers in the last post were not peonies, but crocus. Like I said, I'm not a gardener, but she's lucky I didn't call them Rhododendrons. For years now, my brother TravelMarx, who has a botany passion, has tried to educate me on plants and flowers. But to no […]

First Tulip. We took our first Spring walk to Morges yesterday. The tulips weren't quite out yet, but a few lone renegades were making their appearance.

Many don't know this, but Juno is an avid recycler.  She was happy to discover Switzerland's strict recycling rules, such as separating all plastics, aluminum, glass and cardboard into separate bins. The second week I was here, I made a big faux pas by tossing some used paper towels into the green trash bin without […]

When we travel, Mr. Wild Dingo focuses on history and ancient sites. I focus on landscape, culture, city vibe, pretty things and cuisine. So other than my gluttonous indulgence in Italian cuisine, I had only one other mission going to Venice: glass. And lots of it.

We found this ancient artifact in Crete. In her day, she reined, Minoan Queen. Her paint sparkling pink in all it's newness. Loved by all, she lived a fast, hard life.  Ribbons of flair distract her admirers from broken parts and aging appearances. Yet she remains an icon of beauty.

"I didn't ask to see you. You sent for me. I don't mind you showing me your jodhpurs. They're swell jodphurs and it's a pleasure to make their acquaintance." "I don't think I care for boys who are lacking manners.  " "You should at least talk like a gentleman." "I don't mind if you don't like […]