“Falling in love again, never wanted to. What am I to do. Can’t help it.” That old Marlene Dietrich ballad reflects the way I feel when I think about our recent housesitting experiences. We knew we liked pets. We just didn’t know we are complete saps for them. With every new housesit we find ourselves falling in love all over again. This week it’s with(…)
I am a walking fashion faux pas and I blame Tommy Bahama. Finding the right outfit for a special occasion is impossible. It doesn’t matter whether it’s an evening ball or a rodeo, in my small suitcase the answer is always the same outfit. While this would fly in California, it’s hopeless in England. Sigh. Peter doesn’t have this problem. He(…)
We recently met a couple who put us on to a new idea to stretch our travel budget: house-sitting. The basic idea is that you agree to watch someones’ pet (insert: Cobra, horse, dog, Macaw, cat, rabbit, Iguana, other?) in exchange for lodging in their (insert: fabulous, country, modern, estate, oceanfront, cottage, castle) home whilst(…)