Reflecting on the not-so-fun travel moments of the past 10 years
New York is as friendly a place as any I’ve ever visited.
What happens when you aren’t doing anything dangerous and danger befalls you anyhow?
It’s hard for me to accept that there are some things in life I’ll never be good at. Breakdancing. Public speaking. Running fast. And here’s another for the list: using antique keys to open doors in Paris.
Drama at the Delta counter
Our boat crew warned us that conditions were deteriorating rapidly and that they might have to call off the excursion at any time. The horizon was all wobbly and if I wasn’t so pumped, I might have hurled.
Isn’t it funny how we like to classify ourselves by location? One could be a city girl, a country girl or an island girl. And just when I think I can unconditionally identify with one of those labels, I find a reason to switch to another. I can’t help but wonder – is it possible to be an everywhere girl?
David and his family graciously shared their home with us for one night during the trip. There windows were covered in sheets, not glass, the bathroom was outside and the entire family slept in their single bedroom.