Monday, November 23, 2009

Indulgence in the mountains.


Another year on and Karuna and I decide to make the trip back to Bormio for some much needed pampering and relaxing. This year we actually managed to spend our first night of the weekend in the hotel rather than stranded in Switzerland. Find time to squeeze in a massage, spot of lunch, mud bath, sauna, turkish bath...and cups of tea...natural steam cave sauna...endless pampering. A perfect birthday weekend.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

today


:: today i am thankful for ::

moments shared with the ones I love
new friends & old friends
grace and humility
a place to call home
unconditional love
the soundtrack to life
a free spirit
creative freedom
people with open minds
this journey that we call life

Friday, November 13, 2009

Monday, November 9, 2009

remembrance sunday

a long weekend




Paignton Beach and Pier, nothing quite like a walk along a British Beach in November to make Autumn your favorite season to enjoy the seaside. It has to be one of the things I miss most about living in the UK, there is nothing quite like it.

Monday, October 26, 2009

Velo Veronese



Our Sunday walk this weekend took us through the Velo Veronese region, with some spectacular views of the lake, it couldn't have been a more beautiful fall day. With the vineyards harvested and preparing themselves for the winter, the Olives groves stand proud and wait for the month of November when harvesting usually begins. However my highlight was seeing an eager farmer with what looked like giant pickle fork manuvering his way through his grove and reaping his reward of a dry hot summer.

delightful indulgence


Whenever possible on a Saturday I head to Flego for breakfast in Verona, it has the best brioche marmellata and cioccolato in town...and finally after a summer of going the server is finally recognising us...a break through?? possibly. Maybe next time no recogintion...but this seems to be the Veronese way.
Much to my excitment they had Macaroons, which to my eye are little pastel coloured sandwiches of delight and indulgence, only four found there way home with me, but were primped and eaten only as a macaroon should be.