by Deborah Quinn | Oct 29, 2013 | expat, family, Kids, Travel, writing
Memory works in peculiar ways, doesn’t it? I mean, I know that when we were traveling in Italy a few weeks ago, I was tempted to leave my bickering children at the top of Vesuvius as an offering for the gods but now, weeks later, what remains in my mind is a...
by Deborah Quinn | Jul 24, 2011 | Children, Travel
So we went to Paris for two days before going on to Provence, where we were having a family reunion and celebrating my mother’s seventieth twenty-ninth birthday. Two full days to revel in the city of light, stroll the tiny cobbled streets, marvel at the...
