Cristina was born in Italy but raised mostly in the U.S., (all over the U.S.) She grew up an Air Force brat and then later was an army w for seventeen years (now an ex-army wife) and therefore she has moved a time or two in her fifty or so years. She’s lived in Italy, Germany, Okinawa, California, Colorado, Kansas, Florida, Oregon, Pennsylvania, Virginia, Alabama and now is back in Northern Virginia.
Cristina is married to a physicist (whom she often affectionately refers to as “Rocket-man”) and is a mom to two children, now grown and on their own (mostly). She’s unfortunately estranged from her twin brother but enjoys a close relationship with a her baby sister (“sis”) who has nearly all the creativity genes in the family. And then there is “The Poodle,” her four-legged love. He’s a medium-standard black poodle who still hasn’t quite forgiven her for whisking him away from the ocean breezes of Southern California to hotter-than-Hades Alabama. He reports the jury is still out on Northern Virginia.
A lover of travel, Cristina has traveled to nearly all 50 states, as well as various countries in Europe (France, Austria, The Netherlands, Italy and Germany), and she has been lucky to travel to Australia and select Caribbean islands for scuba diving adventures. There’s still so many places to see before the next dimension. But for now, while in this life, Cristina must navigate change once again, living in yet another new place….her new home which is way different than her “Middle Earth” “Sweet Home” Alabama days.
Cristina loves all things Italian. She enjoys classical music, good food and robust red wines, as well as curling up with a good book on a cold day. For many years her passion was long distance running. Now, with an empty nest and knees that are candidates for total replacement after twenty-nine marathons and five ultra-marathons, she needs something to fill up her days and keep the gray matter from going to mush. “Start a blog” you say?
Hmm….now that’s a concept!
Her goal with this blog? Find a degree of bliss (perhaps even Ten Degrees of Bliss) in this mess called life.