This post is part of a series called Rome 2025 Rome puns! Who doesn’t love ’em? Anyway… by this point in the trip, I had my sea legs under me…
This post is part of a series called Rome 2025 A man alone in the city of Rome… summertime, when men and women dress for comfort rather than modesty. Yes,…
This post is part of a series called Rome 2025 If you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans. That’s what they say, right? (Don’t look it up,…
This post is part of a series called Evora 2025 Dinner time! You might have gotten the impression from our last few posts that we didn’t eat while we were…
This post is part of a series called Evora 2025 We love living in Portugal; we really, really do. One thing we’re still getting used to is just how blasted…
This post is part of a series called Evora 2025 On our first day in the environs of Évora we were hitting up ancient stone arrangements that were by and…
This post is part of a series called Evora 2025 You may recall from an earlier set of posts that I got a serious crush on the Alentejo region when…
The services we render to our family and friends can run in all different kinds of ways: watch their cats. Water their plants. Help move a couch. I’ve done all…
In the popular zeitgeist the “Rocky Statue” is right at the top of the list of attractions in Philadelphia. Who doesn’t want to get their picture taken with a statue…
… is another man’s impressionist-stuffed museum. The man in question is Albert Barnes, a native Philadelphian who made a fortune with a drug you’ve never heard of (unless your baby…
