Just returned from six days at Sirenland, a writers' workshop in Positano, Italy. This is the library at Le Sirenuse, the hotel where we worked, slept, ate.
Steve walked the streets of Positano while I workshopped my short story with Ron Carlson and nine workshop-mates. This gate is representative of everything that is lovely about this little village. Really wanted to climb those steps and see the house behind it.
The streets are lined with small shops, offering their wares. Lots of color here, where the clothes/handbags/boots in Rome are primarily black.
This man looked like a skillful diver, but he struggled when he dove. He came up empty-handed.
Renee and art historian, Professor Enrico Bruschini. We're touring the Vatican, walking the Gallery of Maps.
Outside the Vatican, heads reeling. We'll need three more days to see it all, and we're running out of time!
Enjoying the exterior of the Pantheon, where a group of Hare Krishnas were singing in the street. One man stopped to give me a cookie. It was delicious; almond flavoring, I think.
In Rome, outside our hotel, Pensione Barrett. A group of demonstrators -- easily one thousand or more -- were protesting the privatization of water. Steve thought this couple looked like Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie.
The lounge at the airport in Rome. This man looks like we felt when we finally hit Washington, DC. It's funny now, only because we've recovered from jet lag. Let's go again next year!
Having sold our two-story in Folsom, Steve and I have been house-hunting for a few weeks now. We've looked at new houses, old houses, remodels, short-sales, REOs, houses on the river, houses in the park, two-stories, one-stories, houses with goats, houses with hives, and one house with an indoor theater posing as a church.
Steve flew over Shasta Lake last November, and took this shot from a helicopter. Gorgeous, but upsetting; lake levels were so low, there was speculation it would take 10 years for it to fill again...
...and now here it is, five months later. The lake holds 4.5 million acre feet of water, and it's now at 4.1. Although the snow has already started melting, more fell last week. Once the lake is full, it will spill into the Sacramento River, and we'll either 1) use it, or 2) run for our lives. See you on the ark, people!
They're here at last! 
Just returned from six days at Sirenland, a writers' workshop in Positano, Italy. This is the library at Le Sirenuse, the hotel where we worked, slept, ate. 
Steve walked the streets of Positano while I workshopped my short story with Ron Carlson and nine workshop-mates. This gate is representative of everything that is lovely about this little village. Really wanted to climb those steps and see the house behind it.
The streets are lined with small shops, offering their wares. Lots of color here, where the clothes/handbags/boots in Rome are primarily black.
This man looked like a skillful diver, but he struggled when he dove. He came up empty-handed.
Renee and art historian, Professor Enrico Bruschini. We're touring the Vatican, walking the Gallery of Maps.
Outside the Vatican, heads reeling. We'll need three more days to see it all, and we're running out of time!
Enjoying the exterior of the Pantheon, where a group of Hare Krishnas were singing in the street. One man stopped to give me a cookie. It was delicious; almond flavoring, I think.
In Rome, outside our hotel, Pensione Barrett. A group of demonstrators -- easily one thousand or more -- were protesting the privatization of water. Steve thought this couple looked like Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. 
The lounge at the airport in Rome. This man looks like we felt when we finally hit Washington, DC. It's funny now, only because we've recovered from jet lag. Let's go again next year!
