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Before, During and After

Before, During and After

I know, I know!!! I said I wasn’t mentioning Italy again…I accidentally misrepresented the truth. But here’s the deal…it wasn’t on purpose. My very computer literate cousin (whom I’ve told you about before and who has solved many a technical problem for me), flipped this picture I loved so much:so that now it really is a before, during and after shot. See… I LOVE IT! (and I have no idea why it’s posting a little smaller than the other pic…I…

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My feet, my aching feet…

My feet, my aching feet…

We did a lot of walking in Italy. And a lot of climbing. Up stairs. To go to the top of towers. Lots and lots of stairs. At one point Tommy said…”I’m getting kind of tired of paying churches money to climb their stairs.” But we kept on anyway. Because when in Italy…well, I guess you climb stairs as the Italians. Or something like that. One great one was in Sienne when we climbed and climbed to get to the…

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The only thing that could possibly save this post…

The only thing that could possibly save this post…

First, I have to apologize. This post is probably going to bore you to tears. But flower boxes were a big part of my trip to Italy. Yes, I said “flower boxes.” Weird, I know. Like anytime I fell behind the group people looked back, there I was…taking a picture of more window boxes. I became obsessed with window boxes. Everywhere you looked people had such pretty flowers in their windows and I took lots and lots (and lots) of…

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Sky Team Rolls … And so do the Baergs

Sky Team Rolls … And so do the Baergs

I’m about to give you a tip. A very, very important tip. A tip I wish I had paid attention to before embarking on a three flight trans-Atlantic journey. Pack a spare pair of clothes in your carry on luggage. Seriously. Because otherwise you may end up with the same fate as five out of the six of us who unintentionally joined what from here to fore will be called…”The Sky Team”. It’s not the kind of team for which…

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Villa Sweet Villa

Villa Sweet Villa

It was amazing. This was our room. This is where I wanted to spend the next month. Or the whole summer. This was where Bill wanted to spend the next..well, forever. There was a 3 hole golf course they enjoyed as much as I enjoyed the pool. Unless he decided to ride bikes. But he’d come cool off in the pool afterwards.(He looks good, doesn’t he?) And I loved when he came to the pool.Please note: I have a very…

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Italy. Parting is such sweet sorrow.

Italy. Parting is such sweet sorrow.

We are back.Exhausted, but home. Within 24 hours of coming home, we had unpacked (well Bill did anyway), driven 8 hours round trip to pick up the kids (I did that which is one reason I haven’t unpacked), made it to the final swim meet – with 22 minutes to spare, and tried to recover from jet lag. We were so glad to see the kids swim in the last meet…even if we could barely keep our eyes open.And this…

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