Reflections on Airports en route to Oslo

I plod behind my husband dragging my two suitcases, clack, clack, clacking over the endless tiled hallways of Schipol Airport in Amsterdam.    I feel I am in that children’s book “Make Way for Ducklings” with the row of ducks that trod across the urban streets of...

Back to School, Stockholm Style

All over the world, children are engaged in back-to-school activities.  Often with a parent leading the charge, usually their mother.  They are having teeth checked, getting hair cut, and being sized up for what shoes, pants and shirts fit after a summer of growing. ...

Budapest v. Prague

I fully realize a little knowledge is a dangerous thing.  And when it comes to these cities that’s all I have.  We spent one night and two days in Budapest and two days and two nights in Prague.  Enough to do the eastern European version of “hop on/hop off” bus tour...

The OTHER end of my foodie spectrum!

“It’s in the Palais Coburg…it’s supposed to be right here,” says my husband, looking around with map in hand.  We’re in a quiet, non-commercial part of Vienna, with few people on the street in the early evening.  The only place seems to be a high rise residence of...