Apparently I didn’t get my own memo.  I meant to blog more.  I will try harder to come up with clever topics and photos.

So last month, my husband and I spent two weeks on a cruise of the Greek and Turkish Isles, as well as a trip to Italy.  We love Italy and, even more so, enjoy the food and wine.  I got to stock up and eat my favorite Italian indulgence.  Green olives.  You just can’t get them in the states.  Oh sure, we sell them, but they are pickled in a sour vat of acid, then jarred.  Ugh.  In Italy, you can buy them from a bin–pure and natural, pit in.  Each bite is like the best olive oil.  They are the most mellow and delicious olive you will ever taste. 

Other foods I discovered while on vacation was the perfect, warm from the oven, Greek “cheese pie.”  Talk about died and gone to heaven . . . these flakey pastries are stuffed with herbs and feta and are amazing. 

Sigh.  Wish I had one right now.

In the coming weeks, I’m going to try and blog more.  I’ve been out of the country for two weeks and the past week have been recovering the 9 hours I lost flying to Istanbul.

So while on vacation, I tried on clothes.  Very interesting.  In the US, I’m a size 8 in clothing and a size 9 in shoes.  In Turkey, I wore a size 42 in clothes.  In Greece, I wore a size 38 and a size 40 in shoes.  In Italy I wore a size 46 in pants.  I grew frustrated that nothing fit.  I tried on 20 pairs and asked the clerk what is up with these narrow cut legs in the pants?!  She said, “Model legs.”  That’s the Italian cut in all pants . . . “model legs.”  Well, in disgust I told her I have “American thighs.” 

It’s fun to visit other countries and look at their clothes, but after this experience, I may stick to checking out all the local foods and eating them versus trying to fit into their model clothes. 

P.S.  The fashion in Italy is tight white linen pants w/o undies or at best, a sheer-nothing thong. 

As I’ve mentioned, I live on acreage.  It’s a lot of property to take care of.  My husband thinks big–just like Matt Roloff on Little People, Big World.  If we do something around here, my husband knows how to do it.  He’s tiling the bathroom and doing an excellent job.  That’s his indoor project.  He got it into his head that he was going to put in a garden.  And a small garden wouldn’t do.  This is him on his tractor tilling the earth and making rows.  He decided to put a garden in our corral since we don’t have horses.  So this garden runs the length of the arena–twice.  We’re planting enough to feed the neighborhood. 

I have to give my sweetheart kudos . . . he has a good heart and enjoys helping people, and I’m sure all these veggies will go to good homes.  Ours included.

Real soon I’ll post a picture of the six new members of our family.  Hint.  They go baaaaaaa.