I recently discovered that I have seven different travel-neck pillows. I own two of a few of those (one for me, and one for hubby) which makes a grand total 10! Does that seem excessive? Debating the merits of each one, or attempting to justify this odd collection seems unnecessary, given the fact that I … Continue reading Pain in the Neck
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48 Hours in Mexico
My daughter invited me to attend her bachelorette party. Forty-eight hours in Ensenada, Mexico. Me, and a dozen young women half my age, all of them ready for a fun weekend of dining, dancing and drinking. My goal was simply to survive. The trip started off on shaky ground. Just hours before our departure, … Continue reading 48 Hours in Mexico
My Flight Certificate
I love hot air balloons. Their beautiful colors stand out brightly against a dark morning sky. The silence as they glide along, broken by the intermittent bursts of gas and flame that keep them afloat. They are relaxing to watch, and thrilling to ride. I never miss a chance to experience the excitement of … Continue reading My Flight Certificate
Traveling Light
My Pinterest board reveals a secret about me. There are two pins about food, six about writing and 125 about packing light. I clearly spend a disproportionate amount of time thinking, researching and fantasizing about what to pack for a trip. I’ve downloaded e-books, read hundreds of blogs and watched videos. I attended a five … Continue reading Traveling Light
Can I Give You My Card?
Beautiful new business cards for my blog had arrived, just in time for an upcoming conference. I promised myself I would hand out at least one, every day. That shouldn’t be too tough, even for an introvert like me. Yet somehow I failed. Miserably. I was attending The Crochet Guild of America’s yearly convention. … Continue reading Can I Give You My Card?
St. Patrick’s in New Orleans
The smell of beer, mixed with vomit and urine, permeated the air. I stepped gingerly around puddles, of who knows what, pooling on the ground. I wished that my toes were covered. Yuck. Women all around me were lifting their shirts and showing their breasts, in exchange for worthless beads. I was drinking a foot … Continue reading St. Patrick’s in New Orleans
The Adventures of Remo
It began as a simple, albeit stupid, mistake. That mistake quickly escalated into kidnapping, and threats of violence. And to make matters worse, the perpetrators of these threats were my own loving, kind, and slightly twisted parents. I had returned from a visit to Florida to see my family. As I unpacked my … Continue reading The Adventures of Remo
The Love of Libraries
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
Segovia and Suckling Pig
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
The Man with the Spear
“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
Warmth, Wool and Whiskey
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
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
Cloughmills Crochet Club
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
The World’s Largest What?!
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?!
Yarn: Dead or Alive?
We had spent the morning exploring the narrow, earthen alleys and passageways of the souk in Fes, Morocco, on a blistering hot day. We had seen everything from master wood carvers at work, to huge vats of tanned leather, and even a severed camels head, hanging from a stall in the meat market. When I … Continue reading Yarn: Dead or Alive?
Travel Yarns 