Is it fair to say we are eager to finally be on the road again when technically we haven’t left it? We detoured back to the US to visit family over Christmas, which was wonderful, but also a whirlwind. Because it took so much time, energy, patience, and …

The real bravery in becoming a full-time traveler is not giving up your home and everything you own. It’s being in a foreign country where you don’t speak the language and need a hair color touchup and haircut and trusting that you won’t need to wear a hat for the foreseeable future.…

My first encounter with these fragrant, delicious snowflake cookies was when I was in third grade and a friend who had an Italian mother brought them to school and shared them with me.

We follow the winding alleyways and admire the colorful homes with their wrought iron balconies, charming flower boxes, and fresh laundry drying in the breeze. But it’s the people hanging out of the windows

Welcome to Finding Gina Marie!

Why did we start this video podcast? Mainly because we think our story might be interesting to a few people. So far, our journey has taken us from New York to Texas and then to California. During this journey, Judy made some amazing discoveries about her family.

One of the dilemmas we ponder is whether we’re traveling enough. And who gets to decide what that means?

Our search for cannoli yesterday got sidetracked, so it was the first thing on my mind this morning. Kevin’s primary agenda was to find a good cup of cappuccino. I knew for both of us to be happy, I needed to find a place that sold both.

The bambino has it right. The troubadour is mesmerizing, and this wee baby would not take their eyes off of the musician playing a soulful tune.

There’s an unwritten expectation throughout Italy that pizzas are “personal” size and each person gets their own. Even though they aren’t sized that way, we are game because it means we get to taste different varieties.…

Someone recently asked what surprised me the most about our visit to the ruins of Pompeii. It’s the sheer magnitude…

It’s the second time in as many cities that I’ve wondered if we are making a mistake selling everything we own to experience this adventure.

There is nothing that screams vacation more than hanging out in a beach town. Even the process of getting there is fun for me because I get to decompress on the journey. On this day, our transportation of choice is a short 40-minute train from Lisbon to Cascais …

As a child in the 1960s and ‘70s, I recall friends using liquid Crisco oil or baby oil and iodine to get an orangey, sunkissed glow to their skin. While I never used Crisco, I recall the joy of laying on a towel on my warm cement backyard patio or on the grass in the backyard listening to Top 100 hits on my white AM radio slathered with baby oil, Hawaiian Tropic, or Coppertone, and when I was a little older with a bigger budget, Bain de Soleil, “for that St. Tropez tan.” 🎵🎶🎵🎶