A big difference.

Time for this one to go home! Sitting here in the lounge-having visited my father for the last few days, and headed back across the Atlantic and, sadly, back to work. Which I am confident will be unappreciated by our new Zombie masters. The lounge here is packed, which is more than a little frustrating. Could… Continue reading A big difference.

Traveling again

On the road again-had a challenging journey yesterday to the other side of the Atlantic. To start with my ICE train to the Frankfurt Airport was going to be delayed by 90 minutes. That was a non-starter as it was going to make me late for check in-and my requisite need to “pre-charge” in the… Continue reading Traveling again

Super Soaker

Yesterday we drove down through Austria into Italy and into Vicenza. We are staying here while we visit Venice for a couple of days. There is just one problem ( well two actually). Today it rained all damn day. Not just a sprinkle, but the kind of steady, get on your nerves rain that just… Continue reading Super Soaker

And we’re back.

Ireland was really great. I really enjoyed it and have made up my mind that I need to go back. With the exception of the fact that the Union Jack was not in its rightful place flying over the buildings of Dublin-its a great place to visit.  As an aside-I have never understood the whole… Continue reading And we’re back.

Road trip

"Skippy, Paul Ryan has us on double secret sequester probation,  whatever that is." " I know that". " And you are already taking a 20 % pay cut-that you didn't deserve and can't afford." "I know that too". " And furthermore-you've got a stack of credit card bills that would choke a horse. American Express… Continue reading Road trip

More Madrid

The S.O. dragged me 447km round trip yesterday to buy a cast iron dutch oven.  Don’t even ask how much it cost. On the plus side, she seems to have re-learned the idea of gratitude sex-for now. We will see how long it lasts. In the meantime here are some more Spain pictures. Click on… Continue reading More Madrid

Viva Madrid

I kind of think I now understand why Hemingway liked Spain. It is France without the stuck up attitudes of the French. Regardless-I really enjoyed my trip to Madrid. Surprisingly, the city was very clean, the subways worked much better than those here in Stuttgart, and the wine and food were simply marvelous. The down… Continue reading Viva Madrid

Return trip

The S.O. and I had to take separate flights home. She was on Lufthansa and I was on United.   I figured the S.O. would have had the better deal on Lufthansa-but as is typical for her, she found a way to fuck it up. She came into Frankfurt complaining about everything. The flight, the… Continue reading Return trip

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