Posts by Jill Morris

Recently, a person said to me: “Florence is a seductress. You will see.” As we drove back into Florence after a weekend away my experience of Florence was less of a seductress and more of a hysterical woman. I sat in the car petrified with my eyes closed and periodically peeped and yelped at Peter,…

Learning how to row is on my bucket list, and I noticed that there was a rowing club in Florence. I went to explore. Once again, a huge iron door separated the world from the inside destination. I rang the bell, and the door was released. I descended into the Societa Cantottieri “Firenze”’s –the city’s…

As the months passed, our journey took us further away from the base we had created in the US. A feeling of rootlessness started to feel normal, and comfortable. We drifted into the space between belonging and not belonging to a place. We were in the space in between. I got off the train in…

As l get older l ponder the question: what is my purpose in life? I’m not exactly sure what the answer is to that question. But I do believe as I continued to journey I got closer to understanding why I journey and that the purpose of my journey is to not only feed a…

Peter and I rented a large house with a pool and hot tub for my two nieces and their partners, who were flying over from England to attend my daughter’s wedding in Mill Valley, California. My nieces, Susan and Marcy, are identical twins. I thought by now, at the age of 35, they would have…

As mentioned before, I suffer from flight anxiety and twenty-four hours before a flight l need to start prepping my mind. I avoid disaster words in conversations and avoid reading disaster stories in the news. There is no train across the Atlantic and the flight from Frankfurt to San Francisco cannot be avoided. But we…

Peter’s entire family gets together for major life events; funerals, and weddings. We gathered four years ago for a funeral, this summer we gathered for a wedding. Peter is an optimist when it comes to family gatherings. He truly believes these gatherings will be full of love and happiness, although there has been no communication,…

Free to work virtually, we drove through the Valle dell’Adige, east of Merano, Italy in search of the place Peter had booked on a farm. Finally, we left the valley and turned up a narrow windy street and began to ascend a mountain. The sharp corners increased and the railing on the side of the…

After attending a wedding in the Cotswolds, l wanted to go hiking. Peter returned to Berlin and l found a women’s only hiking company.  Fortunately, they had a vacancy on the next hike; five days in the Peak District hiking the 30-mile Hope Pilgrimage. A pilgrimage from the town of Edale to the town of…

Ahhhhh. I scream “Hold onto my waist. Not the steering bars. Yells Peter from the front of the scooter as I stand behind him, clinging to his waist with one hand and the handlebars with the other. “Only one of us can steer at a time.” He growls. “Ahhh. I continue to scream as we…