By Anna Taylor
On their first day in Italy, we decided to take Aunt Donna and Madison to Pompeii. We got up early and left the house on time. It’s about a 45 minute drive from where my dad lives to Pompeii. Once we got there, a woman stopped us on the street and started speaking to us
Day three started off early and much more successfully than day 2. We got up, had breakfast, and then immediately set out to visit an ancient graveyard set along the old entrance to the city. We saw this Greek Orthodox chuch on the way, And this one once we’d gotten there, We also saw this
Day 2 started off fairly early. Or at least I thought it was early. Apparently I’m a novice traveler. I forgot to set my phone an hour ahead to Greek time. Apparently the iPhone doesn’t do that automatically when you’re abroad. Who knew? I didn’t. So I woke up at 6:10 to meet my dad
Today we visited Herculaneum and hiked to the top of Mt. Vesuvius with Madison and Aunt Donna. Will be posting about that soon! —- On Friday, my Dad and I headed to the airport fairly early to catch a flight to Athens. It’s only about 1.5 hour in the air. Once in Athens, we made
This post is going to be picture heavy. The weekend was a success, y’all. And by success, I mean “bank account emptying, beer coma inducing, day full of riotous laughter.” We drove up to Helen on Friday as soon as Mike got off work. Naturally, the day full of glorious sunshine turned to torrential rain
This morning on the way to work I found my thoughts drifting away from the day ahead. Mike and I were planning on heading up to my mom’s tonight after work, but because of the long drive and short weekend, we decided not to. The yard needs to be mowed one last time, and I
Side note: My grandlitte, Megan, has started a blog. Go follow her. =) Dear Friends, You know who you are. I miss you. Especially our runs to Guthries, cool dips in Wescott Fountain, and nights of endless pleasure at the Strip. And by endless pleasure I mean sketchy bar hopping and the occasional low-down brawl.
Or…”On Becoming Bridezilla” (Side note – if my blog header looks wonky, UPDATE YOUR BROWSER and stop living in the stone age. I made sure the coding worked with all of the most recent browser updates.) Men’s Wearhouse is LITERALLY the seventh circle of hell. (Violence) I wanted to punch someone in the arm the
Mike’s big sister Gena turned 21 *see footnote* on Saturday, so we celebrated with the family in Augusta that evening. We ate dinner at the Boll Weevil Cafe – apparently one of Paula Dean’s faves. My salad was sub-par and the fried green tomatoes didn’t exactly throw a party in my mouth, although Gena said
Everyone knows the DMV is the most revolting place in the world. Seriously. It’s worse than The Doctor’s. It’s worse than traveling. In South Carolina, you only have 90 days to get your SC driver’s license after you move to the state until they start hunting you down and threatening you with jail time. And since I
Washinton Wandering 