I know when I go off the deep end. I can tell when my soul has crossed over to something numb or, worse yet, into the darkness. The warning signs show themselves in the condition of my house. Bed not made. Clothes on the floor. Dishes, pots, and utensil in a mess on the counter. …
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A Nearby Journey, One Country Road
"The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes but in having new eyes." Marcel Proust Every weekday morning before I retired, I drove to school down the same country road. You won't find my route in any guidebooks. It is just an ordinary rural asphalt passage through Northern New York State. But …
India-Buddha Didn’t Care What His Hair Looked Like
On my tour, we went to a place called Sarnath. As usual, I had no idea what to expect. We went into museum and Rashid,our guide, explained that statues of Buddha all had three interesting features. The Buddha's long ears signified the importance of being a good listener and his ever present smile represented joyful …
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70 Days, 7000 Miles, Day 4
June 26, 2001 Yesterday's words with M.H. were aging, loneliness, inability, and dying. But today we lived new words. M.H. drove me to her yacht club so we could go sailing. She had her own sailboat and the woman who the night before worried about the inability to perform daily mundane tasks took that boat …
Hints for Women Travelers #6-The Devil is in the Details
Try not to be picky. Please don't evaluative every little detail of your trip. Think globally, life is a movie not a snapshot. Over the course of my life, I have come to realize that joy is enormous and being joyless makes us small. Joy is about getting out of ourselves, being with people, trying …
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The Travel Bug, A Gift from My Dad
On Saturday, if my dad was still alive, he would have turned 95 years old. On Sunday, as I headed home to The North Country, I stopped at a tourist attraction between North and South Carolina. "South of The Border" is bigger but shabbier than the first time I visited almost 60 years ago. Route …
Keeping Joy in Prague
Map in hand, itinerary plotted, objectives defined, I advanced like a Navy Seal on a mission. I had trained for the September trip to Prague, walking many miles during the summer until my body ached. No longer middle-aged, I was proud I moved with the gate of a much younger woman. The city sparkled in …
The Autonomous Traveler 