I rarely look at the calendar these days. It really doesn’t matter what day it is when each morphs into the next without any events or appointments to plan around. I now avoid my once-indispensable planner. Doing so leaves me feeling “losstalgic” — longing for life “before” with a sense of loss for the places and community events now on pause. A glance today was a reminder that pre-coronavirus me should be wandering the sprawling hilltop palaces of Alhambra in the Sierra Nevada foothills of Granada, Spain
Nestled between Germany and Switzerland, the hilly Alsace region of eastern France lies in the Rhine River plain and foothills between the west bank of the Rhine and the Vosges Mountains. Renowned for its...
Sicily—an island just a few miles southeast of Italy’s boot-shaped “toe,” this autonomous region of Italy might as well have been kicked to the other side of the world. It wasn’t until a recent trip that we discovered what we had been missing.
Living in the Central Valley, we get off pretty easy when it comes to winter weather. You may feel the frost on the grass crunch under your feet in the morning, and if it’s been an extra cold night, there might even be some ice on your windshield just thick enough to require a scraper. But let’s face it, none of us are shoveling snow and dreading outdoor activities like the rest of the country with the misfortune of not calling California home.