Every year, when I’m sharing our shelling adventures on social media, the same three questions pop up, so I thought I would share the answers all in one place. Where are you shelling?   We are at the Isle of Palms in South Carolina.  We’ve been coming here for Spring Break for several years, and it’s a wonderful area for shelling.  I’ve been to the Outer Banks, Myrtle Beach, Wrightsville Beach, and Hilton Head, and this is where we’ve found the most reliable shelling.  Since my mom and I enjoy it so much, this is where we continue to take our family beach trips.  We also have extended family in this area, so that makes it ideal as well. You can find a shelling guide for Isle of Palms and Wild Dunes Resort HERE.  I’ll add some more tips to the guide after this trip.   What do you do

We are back in Isle of Palms, South Carolina, for Spring Break.  We love coming this time of year because it’s still “off season”, so it isn’t crowded, and it’s rarely overly hot.  We can still have some warm, sticky days, and we do risk having gloomy, cold days that aren’t great for the beach, but we have found this is a good window for our crew.  I’m often asked what the water temperature is here in early March.  I always wade up to about my knees and sometimes my waist if the shelling is good.  It’s cold, but feels refreshing on a sunny day. I couldn’t even begin to guess the water temperature, but I looked it up, and it’s 59º today.  There are a few people swimming, but many of them wear wetsuits this time of year. The highlight of my beach trips is always the shelling.  If

On our last two visits to Florence, Mom and I tried to find a specific place: a piazza where my brother and I each sat for a pastel portrait.  We even described it to the private guide who led us around the city in 2019, and she wasn’t sure where we could find it.  We figured we would never be able to find it again, given so much time had passed, and our memories of the place were fuzzy, so we didn’t even think about it this trip. We left our hotel (you can read about where we stayed HERE) early to give ourselves plenty of time to walk through the crowded streets to the Uffizi for our 3:00 scheduled entrance time.   It wasn’t a far walk, but we used Google Maps to guide us, since we hadn’t been there before. When we turned the corner into the courtyard

In previous years, we’ve just spent one night in Florence and left early the next morning to fly home.  Both times, we happened to be there on a Monday when all the museums were closed.  For this trip, we decided we would stay two nights, so we could visit a couple of the museums and see a bit more of Florence. The drive to Florence was uneventful.  Our driver dropped three women from our group at the airport before taking us to our hotel, the Piazza Pitti Palace.  We’ve stayed there twice before, and it was a wonderful experience both times.  We knew it was a small hotel with a locked gated entry, so we felt safe staying there by ourselves.  We couldn’t check into our room yet, so we dropped off our bags with the front desk and decided to walk the main drag to look for straps for

Our last day of the Prone to Wander retreat was spent at the farm (podere) with a relaxed schedule.  After a late breakfast, we gathered for a cooking class taught by Orsa, our host and the culinary mind behind the lunches and dinners we ate at the retreat.  She has her degree in culinary anthropology, so she has abundant knowledge of regional food, dishes, and cooking techniques. She taught us how to make Pappa al Pomodoro or “bread soup.”  With every meal, we were served a basket of Italian bread.  One of the hallmarks of the bread of this region is that it’s made without salt.  As Orsa said, it tastes “like nothing.”  It became a regular thing for our group to ask for the salt grinder so some could be added to a pool of olive oil for dipping. Apparently, though, there is some thought behind this bland bread