AROUND THE WORLD (almost)
Four weeks ago I was in Germany retracing my mother's childhood in Bavaria. Two weeks after that I was hiking in the red rocks of Sedona, Arizona. A week after that, I earned my Tailhook credentials by landing on the Nimitz aircraft carrier in the middle of the ocean.
Before that, I had been hiking in Alaska, cave-tubing in Central America and standing in a velvety black Parisian night on New Years Eve.
What makes all this so amazing is that most of these trips were unplanned. They came at me as opportunities, suggestions, and challenges of the moment. I had never really been much of a traveler yet, for some reason, in the last two years wanderlust has taken hold. Perhaps it's my age or the fact that my children are grown or my husband's encouragement to spread my wings that changed my mind about travel. Or maybe it was my 82-year-old mother's trip to Antarctica after my father passed away that made me a little more adventurous. They had intended to go together but fate intervened. If I was going to travel, I wanted to do it with people I loved.
Home now, I relive the heady feel of landing on an aircraft carrier, the sound of my very-American mother speaking German and the peace found among Sedona's red rocks.
Next stop on this blog: Germany. That's where I ate sausages at every meal, walked through bees in clover covered meadows, bonded with relatives who couldn't speak English and found myself transported back in time when we landed in the middle of a celebration where the dress of the day was dirndls and lederhosen.
Now that was a far cry from where I live.
Before that, I had been hiking in Alaska, cave-tubing in Central America and standing in a velvety black Parisian night on New Years Eve.
What makes all this so amazing is that most of these trips were unplanned. They came at me as opportunities, suggestions, and challenges of the moment. I had never really been much of a traveler yet, for some reason, in the last two years wanderlust has taken hold. Perhaps it's my age or the fact that my children are grown or my husband's encouragement to spread my wings that changed my mind about travel. Or maybe it was my 82-year-old mother's trip to Antarctica after my father passed away that made me a little more adventurous. They had intended to go together but fate intervened. If I was going to travel, I wanted to do it with people I loved.
Home now, I relive the heady feel of landing on an aircraft carrier, the sound of my very-American mother speaking German and the peace found among Sedona's red rocks.
Next stop on this blog: Germany. That's where I ate sausages at every meal, walked through bees in clover covered meadows, bonded with relatives who couldn't speak English and found myself transported back in time when we landed in the middle of a celebration where the dress of the day was dirndls and lederhosen.
Now that was a far cry from where I live.
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