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by Melinda | Oct 23, 2013 | A Heavenly Country, He's Bigger than Me, Living Low, Thankfulness, Travel, Uncategorized
Our day, yesterday, was very “Roman.” We spent it with our new guide, Marina, who our good buddy Bernardo had arranged at the last minute, and she couldn’t have been nicer. Roman, herself, she was a fount of knowledge about the sites of her...
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by Melinda | Oct 21, 2013 | God in the Everyday, He's Bigger than Me, In the Eye of the Beholder, Living the God Life, Lover of My Soul, Thankfulness, Travel
So, I can now say that I’ve gone to a doctor in another country and survived. But it was an experience. Google told me that there was a tourist 24-hour walk-in clinic at the Nuovo Regina Margherita Hospital in Rome. I was encouraged by the fact that it...
by Melinda | Oct 21, 2013 | He's Bigger than Me, Health, In the Eye of the Beholder, Marriage, My Man, Thankfulness, Travel, Uncategorized
Yesterday, I woke up after only about an hour’s sleep with what, by all appearances, seems to be a sinus infection. The night before, we walked into our hotel and I immediately pulled up my pants legs to reveal a big, angry rash all over them. They were...
by Melinda | Oct 19, 2013 | Marriage, My Man, Thankfulness, Travel
Yesterday was our last day in Florence. We have absolutely loved this city. Romantic and beautiful, it was the place we wanted to mark in a special way. Remember when we found our daughter’s friend’s lock on one of the bridges in Paris? Well, we...
by Melinda | Oct 17, 2013 | All in the Family, Reaching Out, The Glory of Friends, Travel, Uncategorized
We bid Venice a fond farewell through the back window of a water taxi, as we sped off toward the train station. We can’t get over the ease of travel here. When we asked the owner of our small Venetian hotel how much time we should allow at the station...
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by Melinda | Oct 14, 2013 | Living Low, Thankfulness, Travel, Uncategorized
One of the things about Paris that I’ve always found so charming are the street markets. I’ve dreamed of roaming through the aisles of flowers and produce and meats, and watching the street artists painting au plein aire. While yesterday was still a...
