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Tag: Switzerland

Flashback Friday

My Lyme brain was showing even back then!

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High Rollers

"Princess, gambling is a sure way of getting nothing for something."   "Big Boy, it's not gambling when you never lose!" We've had a strange week and lady luck has not been on our side.  The criminal tried to have herself a solo adventure (thankfully the cracker stuck to her like glue) and the cracker […]

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Forest Friend

Often on our  forest walks in Lully and Morges, we would meet this lone gentleman soaking his feet in the river or walking the trails. He was a kind man, who always complimented the dogs. Especially since whenever we saw him from a distance, I'd recall the dogs so they wouldn't bother him. Only, he […]

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Take Me to the River

I got lucky when we adopted Juno. And not because she's a Siberian (although that could be considered luck in itself). But because she's a little different from most Siberians. She comes when she's called, she sits when asked and will perform a multitude of other tricks deemed humiliating by most, ok all, Siberians.

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Once in a Lullaby

We've been home in California for a few days now and already back in our usual routine. Oddly, the thing that was the hardest to adapt to in Switzerland, the lack of commercialism on Sunday's, is the thing that is giving me the biggest reverse culture shock. The car dealer was open late on Saturday night […]

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These Open Doors

By the end of this week, we'll be living back at our home in California. I'm looking forward to things like the dog door, soft water, reverse osmosis drinking water, Mexican food, Japanese food, clothes shopping, stores open at reasonable hours and my old yoga studio. Not to mention food labels in English and not having to […]

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On y va!

"Princess, Mom's calling. Let's go!" "Did she say adventures? Woo know, I'm all about the adventures!"

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Fitting In

"Sorry Big Boy. This is a black and white party. Go find your own gang."

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Sometimes, we'll be hiking along, minding our own darn business when we spot two interlopers hanging out on our path. We do our best to be polite and ignore them, but they hiss and say nasty things to us.

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I See London, I see France...

"Well, you're half right Big Boy. That would be France behind us. But if the next words out of your mouth are about my jodhpurs, you'll be seeing the moon---up close."

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