Cavorting In Cuba…
Amazing…no cell or internet for more than one week and I am still standing.
Amazing…no cell or internet for more than one week and I am still standing.
New York City never ceases to amaze and entertain.
New York City is bloomin’ gorgeous.
Saturday was dawning as we were arriving at Los Angeles Airport. I felt energized and excited to begin my journey to New York City. But wait a New York minute…the Angry Birds took flight before I even stepped onto the plane.
Tomorrow, I head to my beloved New York City. Am I excited?
I’m turning into my mother…heaven forbid.
Another day, another time zone. I am not complaining because who would ever push back against immersing oneself in all the finery and intrigue of France, Spain, New York City?
I am considering a move to Spain.
Holy foie gras…did we get cultured in France.
Conundrum. Our last day in Paris and we were stumped. What to do…what haven’t we done?
Pablo Picasso is making quite a splash in Paris. Five years and 52 million euros ($66 million) later, the Picasso Museum finally re-opened last month in Paris.
Holiday windows in Paris are less expansive than New York City, but equally entertaining. Permit me to guide you through the color and festivities of a Parisienne Christmas holiday season.
Breaking News…I just pulled an all nighter on vacation in Paris, watching the NY Giants play the despised Cowboys and with 3 minutes remaining in the game, after coming back from behind, the Giants caved and lost. Quel dommage. Now, here is the good news…
I know I am repetitive, but I Love New York.
Is there a black cloud hanging over my head? These past few months I just feel as if I cannot have a complete day without more shit being shoveled in my path forward.
I’m Leaving On A Jet Plane.
Fall in the Northeast is like being in paradise…never been, but any place my hair looks good is my idea of paradise.
25,000 steps. Translation…11.5 miles.
The United Nations is in session. The streets of New York are as chaotic as the present state of the world.
It never fails. Flying out of Los Angeles I always encounter Angry Birds.