St. Augustine, April.

I don’t really think of myself as a Florida person.  I’ve spent time there in the past, mostly when I was working for the Air Force, and thoroughly enjoyed it every time I got to go- Hurlburt Field is in a pretty terrific location and also, of course, I loved the job that I was…

French Camp.

Bemidji, Minnesota. Not a place that’s exactly been on my list of must-sees, and yet, I recently got the opportunity to spend a week there, at one of Concordia College’s Language Villages.  And now I can’t wait to go back!  And bring my husband and kids! So, camp wasn’t exactly located in Bemidji.  It was…

Antibes, France.

I can’t believe I’m even typing that name. Antibes, France.  It had been far too long since I have been in France (over 2 years), and I finally got to do something about that last weekend.  Yes, weekend- I only had really two full days to be there, but it was what I had and…

Nevada City, California.

This year for winter break we headed out as a family to one of our (admittedly many) favorite places to be:  Nevada City, California.  There are many reasons that we hold it dear, not the least of which is the fact that we called it home for about 5 years while my husband was flying…

Golf, New Braunfels, Texas.

What does it say about you when you keep a travel blog but have been so busy traveling that you haven’t been able to find time to sit down and write?  That you are one lucky person. Or at least that’s how I see it. Indeed, the month of March had me traveling every single…

Gulfport, Mississippi.

So, I didn’t actually close on my property on February 28, as I had hoped.  No, that buyer got some weird ideas and went away, but often things work out for the best, which is certainly the case this time.  Instead, we had another offer shortly thereafter and thus closed this last Friday, to a…

London, October.

I am married to an amazing man.  Who also happens to be a pilot.  Which brings along with it, occasionally, some pretty terrific perks, like being able to hop on a flight last minute for a weekend jaunt to London. Now, that actually doesn’t happen as often as I might like.  I have two teenaged…

For the love of flying.

I don’t just travel because I love to go to places.  No, I also travel because I absolutely love flying.  Not everything about it, of course.  I’m not a huge fan of turbulence, and the whole airport scene can be trying, to say the least.  And, oh my goodness, there’s not much worse than a…

New York City, January 2017.

In all my crazy during the past year, with a timeline in my head that is marked as BF and AF (Before February and After February, centered around losing mom to cancer), I had completely forgotten about a pretty amazing trip that I took last January with my then 13 year old son. Yes, one…

Colorado in August.

Last year was a pretty good travel year, looking back on it (we won’t count either January or February of 2017, when the only traveling I did was to the cancer center in Dallas.  Or the year before that.)  Chile in March, Park City, Utah, in April, St. Martin in May, San Francisco in June,…

One year ago, a different kind of journey.

One year ago, on this day, my mother died in my arms.  That is not a metaphor, nor am I speaking figuratively.  My mother quite literally died in my arms.  And the crazy thing is that I’d been praying, begging even, for that moment to come.  And I don’t feel guilty about that, not at…

Ten Million Miles.

“Here I am in younger days, stargazing, painting picture perfect maps, of how my life and love would be.  Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection, my compass, faith in love’s perfection, I missed ten million miles of road I should have seen.”  The Indigo Girls, Love’s Recovery. Is there anybody out there who is…