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The White Cliffs of Dover are said to be one of England’s “most recognizable landmarks”. 300 feet in height, and nearly 10 miles long. And majestically white. They are the closest point in England, across the English Channel, to mainland Europe. In fact, on a clear day, you can see France from these cliffs. Over our …

It is one thing to travel about a foreign country in which they use a foreign language, but share the familiar Latin alphabet. It is an entirely different thing to travel in and around a foreign city, on foot or via public transportation, where both the language and runes are alien. It was all Greek to me! (And …

I could be a morning person in France. Upon further thought, it may be possible that the morning hours present any place at the height of their own beauty. Beynac-et-Cazenac. This medieval mountain-top village is where we stayed in a cottage with Uncle Barry and Aunt Brittany, settled not 20 feet from the outer wall of the Beynac Castle, …

To prepare the family for the Yorkshire Dales we listened to James Herriot’s novel, All Creatures Great and Small, en route. The children got lost in the anatomically correct terms appropriately used in Dr Herriot’s short stories, and slept most the drive.  But Bry and I were taken – both by the book and by the Yorkshire Dales, itself. We stayed two weeks in a cottage found …

The Beatrix Potter House, ‘Hilltop‘, located in the Lake District, is indeed found atop a large hill. I wanted to rent bikes to explore the heralded north country. And the family indulged me for a day. Auntie joined us. Three adult bikes, one child tag-along, and a trailer for the boys. ‘Have you ever fancied the view from the …

It began with an early morning phone call to our London flat, from Sleeping Beauty, and ended a few hours later on the train platform in front of Disneyland, Paris.  The trip was a surprise for the children.  It was a quick trip – a wet and cold trip. If you Google it, you will read mixed reviews of …

We have always been Roald Dahl fans.  And, after we learned of it, we hastily made plans for a day-trip to the Roald Dahl Museum and Story Centre, just outside of London, where the author once resided. (This picture comes directly from the museum website) Our family opted to take London public transportation to our destination – we …

Portugal was stunning. The streets and walkways, so quaint, each of a mosaic-type.  And the buildings, with their hand-painted tiles. The street tram.  The hills.  Lisbon is called the ‘City of 8 Hills’, but after walking the city for several days, the children and I testify that there are more than eight hills to traverse! Sunday morning, …

We should have spent more time in Somerset and at Bath.  But.  I fell into the canal.  So.  We didn’t. Our family left very early in the morning, on a train from London, south west to Bath.  And the train ride through the English countryside was breathtaking.  We probably passed two hundred sheep.  And a fox, …

The Italian piccoli nonne chimed “bello bello bello” at my blue-eyed boys on buses, trains, and the streets of Rome.  I taught the boys to say “grazie” in response to the cheek pinching, head kissing, eye poking women.  And when “grazie” just wasn’t enough on the train one day, L sought to appease the nonna by responding to …