I stopped abruptly at the doorway, unintentionally blocking the entrance. People maneuvered to pass me, while I stood rooted in the spot. My eyes drank in the sight of thousands of old leather-bound books, each proudly holding its proper place on the towering oak bookshelves. In awe, I thought to myself, “This must be what … Continue reading The Love of Libraries
The wait staff paraded through the restaurant, winding their way between tables, until they arrived at ours. With a flourish one snapped open my napkin, while another presented the main event. Suddenly I was looking eye to eye with an entire baby pig; legs, snout, tail, the whole thing. I was not a vegetarian, … Continue reading Segovia and Suckling Pig
“Stop!” screamed Alice, her voice filled with fear. A man brandishing a spear had stepped into the road, blocking the path of our car. He was dressed in shorts, boots, a uniform shirt and a heavy winter coat. We held our breath and stared in front of us, terrified. In the early 1970’s my father … Continue reading The Man with the Spear
When I think of Ireland, three things come immediately to mind. Warmth, wool and whiskey. Our trip to Ireland was filled with all three. Wool, in its varied forms came, home by the suitcase full. Whiskey was sniffed, sampled and consumed in copious amounts. What stood out the most was the friendly and generous nature … Continue reading Warmth, Wool and Whiskey
I have lost my marbles. Literally. Dozens of times, all over town and across several states. Even as far away as Ireland and Morocco! I have lost, and found, marbles over and over again. Why does this keep happening to me? I’m in “The Worlds Biggest Marble Hunt,” and it’s loads of fun. “The Worlds … Continue reading I Have Lost My Marbles
Stunned, I stared at the door, it was shut tight. After waiting for weeks, and traveling thousands of miles, I was locked out. Disappointment overwhelmed me, this was not the outcome I had envisioned. Months earlier I had read an “Atlas Obscura” article about the Crochet Club of Cloughmills in Northern Ireland. The ladies of … Continue reading Cloughmills Crochet Club
Enticed by a billboard proclaiming “The World’s Largest Rocking Chair,” we turned our RV off the interstate to investigate. Unexpected adventures like this are the best part of travel. When I saw the next sign, I dropped my yarn, jumped from my seat, and shouted “YES.” Ahead were “The World’s Largest Knitting Needles.” It was … Continue reading The World’s Largest What?!