
Dancing in the Rain
When did I begin to worry more about my shoes than my fun? Continue reading Dancing in the Rain
When did I begin to worry more about my shoes than my fun? Continue reading Dancing in the Rain
I was nineteen years-old, far from all that was familiar, and immersed in a new language I’d only begun to study seriously a year earlier. I’ve been musing lately about those first six weeks outside Siena Continue reading In Casa Vivante, or a First Stay in Tuscany