Learning about Racial Segregation: the Jewish Ghetto of Venice

The evening before we headed to Venice’s Jewish Ghetto, we dabbled in Venetian food. Not one child wanted a pesce dinner (fish), but we were in Venice, and the Adriatic sea offerings didn’t offer hamburgers. So when in Rome (or Venice)… The cuttle fish ink pasta wasn’t any of our preferences, but the antipasto plate…

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travel with kids: planes, restaurants & automobiles

“A ship in harbor is safe. But is that what it was meant for?” Travelling certainly has its risks, but the scales weigh heavier on the ‘just go’ side because new experiences educate our senses and our understanding of others and the world. What do the kids think of this travelling thing? My nine year old…

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e’stato un piacere–arrivederci Italia

Second day of travelling… Three hours, waiting, in an airport. Reminds me of our return trip from Nairobi last spring. Arriving at Heathrow Airport, after nine hours on the plane, three days stopover in Paris, a Eurostar two hour train trip to London, we hoped for a smooth transition. We didn’t get it. We walked…

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the merchants of venice: us!

Venice, we are no longer “Under the Tuscan Sun”. You pour down pleasures of aquatic plentitude upon us. We are now Under the Venetian Rainclouds. This side of Italy is expensive. Where Firense’s gelato was twice Rome’s price, Vennezia requires water taxis everywhere, ten times more than a New York taxi. They say there is…

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not Under the Tuscan Sun

Not Under the Tuscan Sun any more…that thunderstorm last night sounded like it might take our nine year old casa down the mountain. But the final quiet day preceding it in Toscana brought us to an art showing (a group from United States were touring France and Italy), took us on another hike around the…

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fanciful field trip in Firenze (Florence)

One thing we do get for free in Tuscany, is the famed natural aesthetics. This place is gorgeous. Florence has its own medieval perfection.   Is that the sewer, mom? No, honey, that’s the river. Kind of reminds me of the Thames River in London. Mud, with water. Caffe latte, but with pretty arched bridges…

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