cuckcoo for coco loco

Cuckcoo for coco loco by Janice Nigro I was creeping around the grocery store looking for my food fix…if you can believe it, it was for a yogurt. How did this happen, that I was looking both ways before stepping into the dairy aisle to casually put 10 Chobani flip Almond Coco Loco yogurt into... Continue Reading →

high altitude van Gogh…

Patterns, I see patterns everywhere. But this one came out looking like a painting-the manicured fields as I was landing in Munich somehow look like brushstrokes over the land. Taken with an iPhone so the lower resolution probably enhances this effect. I love all of the shapes!

the pink city

The pink city by Janice Nigro There is nothing like a personal tour of a city especially in a foreign country.You will get to the best restaurants or events without having to work at it, and in the local language. I did not do my homework for my brief tour to Toulouse, France, after some... Continue Reading →

Back to being just Janice…

Back to being just Janice… by Janice Nigro I have thought many times that I should write a story about integration, oddly back into my own country. Except that I am still doing it, and I am not sure I would categorize it as a success. I had always wanted to live overseas. I thought... Continue Reading →

the man with the pink suitcase

The man with the pink suitcase by Janice Nigro I have had exhausting travel days. Recently, I flew 11.5 hours to Munich from LAX, picked up my luggage at the baggage claim in Munich, checked my bag for Roma, re-entered through security, flew to Roma, took the Leonardo Express to the city, purchased a train... Continue Reading →

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