Thirteen years old…Still fit as fiddles…are we Italian now?

Here’s an announcement:

We’re thirteen now! On the thirteenth of January.

Who wants to party?

Anyone in Liguria (Italy), should come over. Now!

Bring your Party Stimmung, as they say back in the old country.

When we think of all the nonsense our Ken has put us through. Sunrise jogging through Vienna years ago, hiking the Alps & swimming in the Baltic Sea. We are the happiest dogs on the planet.

And now @kunsmine has made us a proper family. Our golden years keep getting more golden. Stay tuned for the fourteenth year of our continued bliss.

Comments below how you’re celebrating #EllaandLouis and our birthday.

up up up the stairs in Verona

going up up up in Verona
going up up up the stairs in Verona (photo: Meredith Marek)

Straight from late summer into what feels like winter, we’ve somehow missed autumn entirely. The leaves are yellowed and fall magnificently, but the temperature is blustery.

My thoughts are down south in Italy where I’m sure it’s not only warmer but they’re eating particularly good ice cream while maneuvering the cobble-stoned streets.

One of the first things I like to do when I arrive in a city with any sort of hills, is to go up up up and find the nicest view of the place. The photo above was a moment where I thought, ‘People actually get to live here.

Considering I live in Munich, which is another place where visitors walk around and marvel at the wonder of living in such a beautiful place, I appreciate the novelty of the tables being turned for a change.

Yet here I am back home dreaming of exotic ice cream flavours and homemade pasta and the reflection of the sunlight on the water. We’ve got sunshine and water and all the rest of it hereabouts, but it’s somehow just not the same.

 

Day in a feminine city one year on…

red morning on the roofs of Florence

It’s been almost a year since I began this blog, so I’ve decided to repost some of my auld material in honour of my blogiversary. Fun stuff, eh?

So, here was one of the very first blogposts I came up with. The thought of not documenting a trip to the Medici family’s city with a few photos here was unthinkable.

Florence is a truly beautiful city, and I was surprised at what you found once you got away from where the majority of the tourists go. Tea shops and real people and whatnot.
The very thought makes me want to book a flight and spend the weekend there in the very near future. One never knows…

Here’s the original blogpost I mentioned above:

Day in a feminine city