Tag: Family

More Adventures In Attempting To Get My Dad to Smile

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Apr 22, 2015
 

“You should try to get a photo of your dad smiling,” my friend Kurtis suggested to me before my last trip to Germany. “That’s near impossible,” I told him. And though I was well aware of this fact myself, I still attempted to do it. We all have our Sisyphean tasks. Wile E. Coyote attempts…

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The Last Three Weeks

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Jun 11, 2014
Posted in: Rants and Raves

I have so much to tell you. I don’t know where to begin. I’m finally home (for more than just a few hours!) for the first time in three weeks. In less than two, I’ll be in Cambodia. My blog posts are still stuck in Italy, aren’t they? And yet, since then, we’ve been to:…

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The Castle That I Don’t Remember

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May 29, 2014

Going to the castle made me sad. Not because I didn’t have fun. I had a lovely time. But I knew it was all going to be over soon. My aunt and uncle and cousin had to drive back to their village, and the next day we’d leave for the Amalfi coast. I’d be back…

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Warning Signs in Italy

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May 27, 2014
Posted in: Random Musings

My family has trouble following directions. I’m not entirely sure if it’s a my family thing, or an Italian thing. Sometimes it’s hard to tell.   Like their total disregard for warning signs. Is it a countrywide epidemic? Or is it just that my family is nuts?

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Pranzo in Italy

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May 26, 2014
 

I suppose I should have warned Rand.   Honestly, though, I thought he knew. That is why I didn’t lean over and whisper, “Pace yourself. There are four more courses to go.” I mean, why else are they called primi and secondi? They are referring to courses. What they don’t really mention in Italian restaurants…

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The Archaeologists in My Aunt’s Yard

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May 22, 2014
Posted in: Random Musings

I wish I had taken more photos of the archaeologists in my aunt’s yard, but I was too busy marveling at the fact that there were archaeologists in my aunt’s yard.  She was completely used to it, of course. Her village, my grandfather’s own, is ancient. I knew this. The area is full of artifacts…

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