Since I started exploring my family stories on the pages of this blog, I've often wondered what my life would have been like had my parents not been forced to leave Vienna. Several Hypotheticals There are many variables I'm ignoring here, of course. My mother liked to say that my father fell in love with her because "she sounded like home" when they met in Brighton
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Confessions of a Travel-Challenged Travel Writer
I have never been very good at the travel part of being a travel writer. As I've mentioned, I was primarily a travel journalist before I got a dog and became a dog writer and then found out that I was the great niece of Sigmund Freud's butcher and started this blog. That biographical tidbit wasn't especially relevant--until now, because I'm headed to Vienna. I thought