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…

St. Martin in June.

Travel is a balm for my soul.  I think I must get easily bored and just need the stimulation  of it all; even the getting to and around in the airport feels exciting to me when there is the possibility of visiting someplace new (or heck, not so new.  Sometimes I just. Need. To. Go.)…

Valparaiso, Chile.

Only a traveler would try to heal from two years’ worth of taking care of a cancer patient  followed by that patient’s death by going to, say, South America.  But less than a month after mom passed away, that is what I did.  I went along with my husband on a trip of his to…