Back to Cabo San Lucas

CIMG0478The last four years have literally flown, I can’t believe it’s already October 2013.

Where have I been what have I done? There have been good times and bad times since my last visit to Cabo San Lucas in December 2009, but I choose to just remember the good.

In August of 2010 we went to Rome. I have had a love affair with Italy since I was five and tasted my first Italian Ice Cream.  After many trips to various places in that magical romantic country, I still want more.

So the Spanish Steps get a little crowded sometimes, who cares, the atmosphere is unbeatable.

In 2011 we took a trip back to England, first time in quite a while. We visited old friends and old haunts.  I’d forgotten how green and beautiful it was. The poppies growing in the grounds at Richmond Castle, North Yorkshire were gorgeous.


Where was my next photo opportunity? I believe it was Thanksgiving in Vail in 2011.


Whats this? Why a frozen fountain of course, its Vail, things like that happen.

In May 2012 we made a return trip to the gorgeous Grand Velas in Nuevo Vallarta, Mexico, where we were treated like royalty.  It is one of my favorite hotels.


2012 was a good year, we also went to Steamboat Springs. Once in August and once in November. What a delightful mountain town.




2013 has been busy, but we enjoyed a couple of days in Keystone.


A long weekend in San Francisco

And now, unexpectedly, I am going to relax for a week in Cabo San Lucas. I hope it’s as beautiful as i remember it.

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Dead of July (Small)

Trinita dei Monti


I spent two weeks in Rome in 2010. It was a dream come true. I love Italy and have visited it many times. Venice, San Marino, Lake Garda, Verona as well as many other places. The Islands around Venice (Murano and Burano) are spectacular.

Rome completely blew me away though. It was like stepping back in time. Every corner you turned brought a new delight. It was beautiful and overwhelming.

The photo above shows the Spanish Steps and the beautiful church of Trinita dei Monti. We visited that area often and even bought a couple of oil paintings from a wonderful artist there. We buy paintings from everywhere we visit. It’s nice to have the memories of our travels hanging on the wall.

As in all Italian churches, you have to cover your bare arms and shoulders to enter and I did. I walked inside the beautiful old building. It was exquisite with beautiful candlesticks. I wanted to take photos and explore every piece of it, but it wasn’t to be. The further into the church I got, the more uncomfortable I felt. I could hardly breathe. I stood still for a while, trying to calm myself. I took another couple of steps forward and my chest felt like it was being crushed. I tried to take a photo, but I didn’t have the strength to lift up my camera.

I was forced to turn around and leave the church. What happened? I have no idea. I felt fine the moment I stepped back outside. I watched other people come and go happily.

Something in that church didn’t like me and wanted me out.

Let me know if you have had a similar experience.

Maybe I should have posted this on my other blog, that deals with ghosts and the paranormal.


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