WHEN IN Roam...
Travel. Eat. Drink. Explore. Repeat.

Somewhere between moving to Sicily, turning 40, climbing an active volcano, collecting countries like mildly irresponsible refrigerator magnets and eating enough cheese to concern a cardiologist, I stopped writing about any of it. I have also been trying to keep a garden alive (having apparently crossed the threshold into old-lady activities), keep my employer happy with my 'cross-the-pond output, hosting a variety of loved ones, keeping both of my furry men alive and fed (bo

Young Ashley clapping by a door, as seen on The Late Show circa 2009 (a coworker caught this screenshot, my first national TV debut). Well, well. Look who took forever to write her next blog post? Yeah, it's becoming a pattern, but those of you who know me, understand...happy 2026! I have a fun tale for you. Way back when, in the year of our Lord Two Thousand and Twenty Four, when I found out we were moving to Sicily and started spreading the news, I got one of two reactions:

Note from the editor: I did it again, y’all. I've went MONTHS in between updates, and its so hard because there is SO much I want to...

Picture it: Sicily, 2025. It was a wet and cold Thursday afternoon. The propane space heater, the only source of heat in the farmhouse,...

Part 1 This is not a Riesling. We're not at that part yet. Instead, enjoy this photo of yours truly enjoying a Sicilian Grillo, a new...