…the word holds a new significance. Perhaps because I am from a generation that has taken its liberty lightly. I’ve never had to go to war to defend it. And my country has been the standard-bearer for freedom around the world. Eight weeks of severe “freedom deprivation” here in France has made me appreciate it … More Freedom….
Day 52 of the quarantine in France … More Redeeming the time
I’ve used this blog to talk about wonderful times with wonderful people. And for weeks those same people have been on the front lines of a battle to prevent the spread of a terrible virus to the rest of the world… and they have stood pretty much alone. Some have been working from their homes. … More Covid19…
….into our lives from time to time. And sometimes, it’s a pounding, drenching, incessant rain. One that seems to never stop. In a rain suit that only makes matters worse. This was the case of my ride home that first trip to Mandello del Lario. And my first ride in “real” rain. The long anticipated … More A little rain must fall…
Turning onto A26, I left the coast behind me and began the steady ascent inland. More tunnels, and in the distance, craggy mountain peaks covered with clouds. I asked myself if I would hit rain. I had been climbing about 30 minutes northwards when I realized that my visor seemed blurry. I lightly touched it … More Finally in Mandello del Lario!
It was finally time to go to Mandello del Lario! … More First solo trip in Europe…
I didn’t know I was prone to wanderlust until I actually began to travel on a motorcycle….. … More Wanderlust.
So I finally have the motorcycle…and a broken foot. Now what? … More First ride…
….she says I’ve led an interesting life and should write about it. Meanwhile, I figured I was “no-one special.” I’m just an American who has been living in France for 6 years. And I’ve been crazy about motorcycles since I first climbed onto the back of my Grandfather’s Honda Trail 55 at five years old. … More This is all my little sister’s fault…
