In~vol~untary evacuation can lead to marvelous e~vol~utionary processes. For instance, last week we were forced to cancel our dream vacation (again) to Costa Rica, land of volcanoes and Pura Vida. Since we don’t have relatives living in brick homes elsewhere … Continue reading No Volcanoes Here/#SoCS/#Atlanta
Okay, I admit it. I am SO late to Norm’s Thursday Doors Event So, without further ado, here is my contribution. (I know, tick tock…) For once my Dan Antion instincts kicked in at a time when I could actually take advantage of a … Continue reading Just Under the Flag/#Thursday Doors
New Smyrna Beach may not seem like a happening place but it has some great shops, fun night spots, beautiful beaches, wonderful food (ask me about The Garlic ) and lots of local talent. Continue reading Drum Roll Please….
Welcome to Madisonville! Here in this oak lined, slow-paced city in Louisiana is where the annual Wooden Boat Festival is hosted yearly in early Autumn. Although I am a native of Louisiana and have spent a better part of my adult life here, I have only just this weekend had the pleasure of making it to the festival. In my defense, this IS hurricane season; and past thoughts of attending were thwarted by the appearance of sudden storms, cold fronts and any number of “child emergencies”, including, but not limited to, school functions. Now that my husband and I are … Continue reading World of Wooden Boats…the Festival in Madisonville, LA
Photo used from their website. OMG! I can’t think of enough good things to say about this wonderful Greek restaurant, now reopened near the intersection of Perkins Road and Essen Lane in Baton Rouge. When it was open before, it … Continue reading Z….is for Zorba’s!
I say that because this is how I feel every time I sit down to eat, drink, socialize, listen to music or just watch the sun make its exit from the day at our favorite restaurant here in Manuel Antonio. Barba Roja. Just the name itself conjures up visions of sailing ships, sea spray, rum and a million sunsets on a blue horizon. Oh, excuse me.. what? I’m sorry, just reliving my days as a pirate. Ha. Well, getting back to meat and potatoes here, let’s talk about the good people at Barba Roja. Nestled on a hillside on the … Continue reading Barba Rooooo Jaaaaaa…..