Our Sunday Best

A little bench outside of the Chapel of St. Hubert, the burial place of Leanadro DaVinci, was the perfect spot for our photo op. Though the wind was robust, we managed to show our Sunday best thanks to Lloyd!

Saint Etienne - The Bourges Cathedral

I was in awe for those old cathedrals speak to the very depths of my soul. The soft light spilled into the building creating a dazzling effect on the stained glass windows and on the small altars that lined the sides of the main aisle. The high ceilings kept one looking up as if into the heavens.

Call of the Hunt

“Oh listen,” Sandra, our tour guide, excitedly exclaimed, “Can you hear the horns, hurry!” Not exactly sure what she was referring to we dutifully hopped off the bus to see other people rushing to the central court yard.

The Eyes Have It

Did her eyes communicate her appreciation for being noticed, singled out as someone special, beautiful and worthy of a photo? Did they each, for a moment, wonder what it would be like to live the life of the other?

Handsome Lads

When off in the distance a herd of sheep seemed to be lumbering their way toward us, herding by two young men riding on a donkey. They spied us before we saw them.  Gleefully, they knew that tourist equals money!

Tulsa Time

Something about it was familiar, something about the beat and the rhythm.  I listened more intently.  “No way,” I thought.  “I’m in Ireland” and they are playing a tune quite familiar to us, Tulsa Time! 

Kylemore Castle

Under a photo of a bombed out church, the description stated, “The Abbey after the battle, Ypres, 1915” – these same nuns fled Ypres to the Kylemore Castle after the destruction of their Abbey in World War I.  I came bolt upright, the battle of Ypres, 1915. 

Tufa Chimneys

I thought of how these early Christian communities found their way to such desolate places and gave voice to their faith and left us with the evidence of their devotion and understanding painted in the tufa walls.  


What would the monasteries be like this time, would I be disappointed a second time?  The day rose bright, clear and balmy.  Not a cloud in the sky.  I could barely contain my excitement.  Finally there they were so stately, majestic and crowded!  


Coming down to dinner in the luxurious hotel restaurant was a little shocking.  No one else was there, not one single tourist or even patron, just us.  The wait staff was cordial but reserved, until …


We landed in Venice and in just a few moments I would meet the woman who was scheduled to be our guide for the next 10 days, little knowing at that moment she would become a forever friend:  Franca Koxvold. 

Sandy Survivors

At 6pm, Oct. 30th, we received the alert through our various carriers.  No, in fact JFK would not reopen in time to receive our incoming flight at 1pm.  Suddenly, with thousands of other displaced travelers, we were scrambling for a seat – any seat – and a way to get to JFK.