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We've All Gonz Crazy

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Life in Aviano

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It only takes one bite. The crisp tang of yogurt balances with fig so soft it dissolves in my mouth, and I’m transported back to the farmhouse table with a similar bowl placed in front of me, a late afternoon snack picked from the tree outside a bedroom window. “Do you know how I can pick figs without ants in them?” He sits across the table, slicing more figs and arranging them in bowls of fresh yogurt for the others who will join us. “I leave a few figs on the lower branches for the ants and pick mine from the higher branches. There’s enough for all of us.”
Polcenigo, Italy
Mandatory sun time today since it was finally shining
“How does she remember all of the details from that night?” he asked. “Oh,” a friend replied. “That was weeks before Emily started drinking wine.” He spoke up again a little later in the evening. “Jesus. What’s gotten into her tonight?” “It’s the wine. She’s so much better on wine,” her friend replied. “Just don’t ask her about books. She’s too snobby for our books, and she won’t like yours.”
That’s what we call a “rolling stop.”
Me, looking at my last loaf of bread before starting my next diet.
Feeling cute. Might nap later.
Heading to Prague tomorrow afternoon. Have I packed for my family? Nope. We headed out to a festival instead, and I found strudel and pie. Priorities, people. Priorities. Am I packing now? Nope. I’ll save that bit for the morning after I eat my breakfast pie.
When you’ve found the Christ child but you’re jet lagged, Mary hasn’t slept in two years, and the magi brought tambourines instead of the good stuff...
It may not seem like much, but this ripe avocado and egg sandwich on toasted rye bread prevented a meltdown of epic proportions tonight. It was so good and timely that I didn’t even have to pop open the bottle of Prosecco I’ve been saving to drink with friends tomorrow.
Tiniest washing machine, ever.
We spied this sweet couple walking through Venice all matcha-May by in red. Couple goals?
Another day, another beach pic
Croatia sun and sea view for the weekend
Sun worship, waterfalls, and wine