As we traveled through Italy, we realized we started to pick up a few things about their culture and how they do their day-to-day. Realizing we'd probably find the same about other countries we pass through, we present the "Lessons From" series, a collection of the tidbits we learn as we travel, separated by country. Apologies for this first bit, as its highly...
Until today France has been simple. We've gotten used to taking the trains and getting off at the right stops, checking in and out of hotels, even getting coffees from local cafes. So it was a breeze arriving at our new hosts cottage in Pouzolles, France on Sunday evening. Our host, Kerry, wild at heart and a traveller in her own right, had...
It's hard to write this post because looking back at our time with Helen and Stuart at Numero 182 means thinking of it in past tense. I know that we won't be able to watch the river glisten as the sun sets or spend another evening drinking and trying to piece together Darren Brown or even pick at the blisters on our hands...
It feels weird to write. Our last day here in Pescia. It seemed like we arrived here yesterday. Young, innocently unaware of bramble and how it stretches to the depths of hell (more on that later). Yet here we are, less than twenty days later packing our things and planning for the 9:12 train tomorrow morning. Nature decided to see us off right...
What do you do after a big windstorm? Take a walk through the woods of course. Everything was slowly returning to normal (for us, though other people in the valley are still without power as I write this post) so the best way to survey the damage was to see how many trees went down. Everything' s a bit dry and not so...
We've got some new content for you all to peruse, though it's less about the adventure and more about the background of it all. First up, the About Winry page has been updated with new photos and a bit more story. We've been taking so many pictures of her lately it only made sense to use some of them for her page. You'll...
We arrived in Pescia on a rainy Monday and settled into a routine here at Stuart and Helen's. We'd wake up at 8 (Zach at 7, but I'm one to stay in bed until the alarm) get ready and have breakfast with our hosts at 8:30. After breakfast on Tuesday it was straight to the terraces to clear away the bramble and brush...
