A few weeks ago, Morges celebrated its annual fall harvest "La Nuit des Epouvantails." Prior to the event, I photographed a few of the "epovantails" (scarecrows) in Denens on one of my bike rides. Denens is two-villages away from our home and occasionally the dogs and I walk that way, but I always ride by it on […]
I sold the Mini Cooper this week. I cried like a baby. I'm not the kind of person to get attached to things. I can easily give away clothing, shoes, jewelry that I haven't worn in a year. I can even easily leave this home. But that Mini had sentimental meaning to me. For one […]
A lot of you are probably wondering when we're moving. We're wondering too but there's not a whole lot we actually know yet. Mountains of bureaucracy has made getting our Swiss Work Visas more difficult than we anticipated. But we are still on track to move. We drove a 3-hour round trip in the non-stop storm to the city on […]
"Hey sugar lips. Looks like I got you behind the eight ball. Are you going to make a move?" "You must be cruisin' with your lights on dim if you think you have me cornered."
And we have a winner. And some runner-ups because there were so many that made me giggle. First the news. Drum Roll please ... Wild Dingo is relocating from Northern California to Luasanne, Switzerland. I know. Insane. I can't even freaking believe it myself. To answer the obvious: YES we can bring our dogs, with […]
Loki and Juno couldn't resist Sugar's fabulous idea to have a little fun and torch ... err ... torture a poor turkey, and probably a few vegetarians in the audience. (No turkeys were injured or killed in the production of the above photo. The views expressed above are not necessarily, yet could very well be, the […]
Wild Dingo is out of the office October 22-29, visiting the foliage on the East Coast. TravelMarx may be guest-blogging occassionally (its not guaranteed) -- if you hound them. Feel free to hound them for a Loki or Juno fix at travelmarx @ wilddingo.com (type it in as normal to your email program). "We'll just […]
Our old house closed escrow today. It seems sort of a un-exciting end to an 11-month tornado of heartache, stress, frustration, anger and fear. If you don’t want to read a mudslinging aching outpour of self-pity, you can skip this post. But if you want to know why Wild Dingo had been recluse in […]