I recently had an opportunity to meet an internet acquaintance in person in Milano, Italy, allowing us to get away for a few days.
Rather than take the open toll road with its 200 tunnels (my grandson and I counted them one trip) through the mountains, Doc Leo decided to take a lesser used scenic route over them.
As we didn't have time to dawdle on the way over, we came back the same way so we could enjoy it more. I thought you might like sharing some of it with us.
Last spring, I had the privilege for the first time of
meeting in person a new friend I'd made on my favorite
sewing website. That pleasure was extended recently by getting to meet two more users of the site.
One visit was fairly local, like the first one, but the second one involved a day's trip into Italy, which we turned into a mini-vacation get-away.
I thought I'd show you some of what we did.
Once again, France has had to hold an official moment of national mourning. Communities all over the country, from small villages to the largest metropolises, gathered their local residents together for the traditional minute of silence and the laying of wreaths by the communes and other groups.
Our village was no exception, and we joined in to show our personal sympathy with many of the local friends we've made.
Once again, my adopted country is in a state of mourning because some individual thought he was more in charge than anybody else of the personal destinies of as many people as he could touch.
While there have been recent similar tragedies in both my home and my adopted countries, now both my home state and my current region have been specifically targeted.
Yesterday, we took a stroll along the Promenade des Anglais in Nice to pay our own homage to the fallen along with many other locals. I thought I would share the photographic impressions we brought back home with us.
Because I happened to have the necessary materials at hand, I decided to enter a Vintage Pattern Contest on my favorite sewing site. The requirement was that any pattern used had to be older than 1981.
Normally I wouldn't have patterns that old, having gotten rid of them when we moved overseas. But as my prize for winning a contest last year was vintage patterns, I now have a few qualifying ones to choose from.
What I didn't know was how my particular choices would take me on an interesting trip down Memory Lane, starting with when I was around 22 years old.
