A week after we returned from Istanbul in June 2016 our son sent a text: “Sure glad you got home OK!” I opened my iPad and there it was: Ataturk Airport had been the object of a horrific attack. [Read more…] about Stop Traveling in These Times of Turmoil?
We flew into Honolulu from Kauai with a scant two hours to catch our flight home. After pushing our over-laden suitcases through the check-in line, I handed our tickets to the agent behind the desk. She pulled up our reservation on her computer and examined the screen. Then she looked up with a slightly furrowed brow. “This flight is for tomorrow,” she said, handing the tickets back. That’s how my husband, two kids, and I found ourselves stranded for a night in Honolulu. [Read more…] about Our Travel Misadventure: A Happy Mistake
Coming home after nearly two months in Europe, we confront the clutter. Did we really take all that stuff? Did we need any of it? Do we need it now? Here’s my husband Jeff’s middle-of-the-night journal entry the day after we landed.
Tales of travelers homeward bound never dwell on the mundane, the details of re-entry, that odd rush of olfactory confusion when the front door swings open and the familiar smell of home mixes with the aroma exuding from the suit of armor, the travel costume, the hand-rinsed tatters fit for burning. The texture of air-dried shirts, the pants, the jacket, the shoes, all of it to be dumped. Good-bye, Columbus, and welcome to the old world, my shower, my pillow, my bed. [Read more…] about Jet Lag Final: Facing the Clutter
Many thanks to Rachel Stern, a Berlin-based journalist and travel writer, for this post.
When I tell friends or acquaintances I’m traveling to another far-flung locale, I receive a version of the following response: “I wish I could travel more, but I don’t have the money.” Or sometimes the issue isn’t money but time. Or energy. Or children. [Read more…] about 7 Myths of Why You Can’t Travel the World
We’re in Paris until mid-June this year. Here’s an excerpt from my husband Jeff’s journal.
Saturday, May 7. Paris is dry that the skin on my finger cracked and bled; surfaces are abrasive to the touch. We’re guzzling the city’s wonderful tap water. And it’s warm, mid-seventies yesterday into the night. We wandered the Marais, drank beer at the café across from Muji’s, lamented the changes on Rue de Rosiers, 7 Lezards and Goldbergs long gone, the unfashionable throng waiting for a table at Chez Marianne. [Read more…] about Paris When It Sizzles
I wrote this shortly before we turned our home over to tenants (again) for a 2-month stay in New York. We love these immersive travel experiences, and we certainly couldn’t afford a New York apartment without the income from renting our home. But I am reminded that nothing is free: it’s always a lot of work.
It’s the first week of August, 2015, and we’re starting to pack….again. We spent the entire month of June traveling – LA, the Carmel Valley, Chicago, Montreal, and Beacon NY. [Read more…] about Leaving home to travel – again!