Tuscany was magical

Tuscany was magical

So many wonderful things were happening that by the time we left Venice for Florence, it was clear to us that we had a guardian angel. We named her, Meg: Patron Saint of Prosecco. We paid homage to her/it as often as we … Continue reading

bliss…

bliss…

what’s the likelihood that four women could holiday together and find bliss… we landed in Venice – whisked to the pier, ferried to our hotel via water taxi, two prosecco veiled days of canaled streets, gondola rides, spectacular food and deep restful … Continue reading