My dream trip still involves us going to the airport with nothing but the clothes on our backs, our passports, and an American Express card, pointing to the departure board and saying, “let’s go THERE!” We’ll get what we need at the other end.
I recently found myself walking past a former place of work. It was a Monday at 6pm. I looked around and noticed there was no traffic. None! This is a place that would normally be jammed with cars honking and jostling for a car length edge at the stop light. It was surreal, even a… Continue reading It’s Not What You Know, It’s Who You Know.
The World A to Z … it’s not only the name of this blog, it’s my plan to see the world. I started in 2002 with an uncomplicated plan. I’m up to “S” this year and anyone who travels AT ALL knows that following rule "a" is pretty much out of the question. Sure, there… Continue reading “S” is for Sabbatical
A friend from high school recently moved to a new home. It was one of several she’s made in recent years. She and I are very alike that way. In the past eight years I have had six homes. That’s six full-scale, move-everything-you-own-to-a-new-place homes. Packing and unpacking are routine chores. In fact, we grew up… Continue reading Wanderlust, Moving and A World of Change
When you commit to writing a weekly blog it’s easy to think, “hmmm, what if I skip a week?” or - more often - “What the heck am I gonna write about this week?” I am quite proud that the topics I write about are either from the heart or from personal experience. That means… Continue reading Blah, Blah, Blogs (or You Decide the Topic)
Deciding where to go on a vacation is only the first step. Don't let the planning overwhelm you -- and once you're on your trip, have fun!
I have always been a dreamer! When I was young, that label was used to chastise, but you don't have to see it that way. Now I prefer to see dreaming as a stepping stone to success.
When my son was about two-and-a-half, we found ourselves at JFK Airport waiting for a flight. He has always been a good traveler and we managed to keep ourselves busy for a little while people-watching. After about ten minutes of a never-ending stream of passers by, he turned to me and gave me one of those looks that only a two-year-old can muster -- so very serious, but overwhelmingly curious.
When I found out Greg and I would be spending a week in Boston, I started asking friends what should I see, do and eat there. I got a good variety of suggestions, but nearly every single person talked about either the North End’s Italian food scene or lobster and chowder. Boxed cannoli from Modern… Continue reading A Tale of Cannolis
I awoke Sunday morning to crisp, cool temperatures; the colors of the landscape full of burnt umber and orange, beckoning Judy and me out for a Fall morning walk. ‘Tis the season. As we tied our walking shoes and pulled-on some warmth, we also grabbed water and sunscreen, for this Autumn walk would not be… Continue reading ‘Tis the Season