Observations on life by a sometimes normal woman who also happens to be a Nana.
I was born in Washington, DC to a young English warbride and an American pa. I grew up equally comfortable on either side of the Atlantic. In late spring, my mother would take me out of my American school, we'd hop a plane or a ship and make our way to England where she'd promptly stick me in a school in my grandparents' neighborhood. As a result, both countries are a comfortable fit. My husband (Himself) is English, our first child was born in London and the second in Washington, DC. And now we're in Southern California, comfortably hunkered down in the Santa Monica Mountains.
Everything was new and everything was as I'd hoped it would be. Visually, it felt familiar. Years of watching The Travel Channel and looking at friends' travel photos gave it all a bit of a deja vu quality.
posted by Lin @ 7:22 PM
2 Comments:
Italy must be beautiful. I would love to go there some day.
My parents went to Italy when I was a child. They took LOTS of pictures. We may go some day but right now the Branch and the Blossom are too little and I don't think it's fair to subject other travellers to two screaming babies on an 8-hour trip to Europe!
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