Tag: Slow Travel
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Bead by Bead
Maggie’s beads. So where did they land on this unforgettable experience? Dotting the landscape from Dublin to Budapest, they mark our journey in their own special way. The first was placed at the base of the statue of Oscar Wilde in Merrion Square Park, Dublin. Look at his expression! Did he know what we were…
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Beneath the Veneer
I remember our first day in Thailand vividly. I was overcome with regret that I had signed us up for two years in a place that on first glance, was so dirty and delapotated. But miraculously, as each day passed, I was able to see the beauty that was hidden just behind the piles of…
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Call the Ambulance!
Many years ago my good friend, Jeri, and I traveled to Italy on an unforgettable adventure. With Rick Steves’, “Europe Through the Back Door”, as our bible, we used a eurail train pass to get from town to town, covering way too much ground in just a few weeks. We saw countless cathedrals, palaces and…
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Our Lady of the Train Station
The train system in Europe is amazing, but for the uninitiated it can be a bit overwhelming at first. So when the Old Lady with a shopping bag approached us at the S Bahn ticket kiosk in the Munich airport, we were grateful for her assistance. “Vere are you going?” she asked, outing us as…
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Maggie’s Beads
As I pulled the beautiful blue glass bead from my back pack, I knew I had a perfect place to put it. We were in Porto, Portugal on the main boardwalk along the river. A blue dingy was on the dock, waiting. The bead needed to be on this boat. It was so apropo because the creator…
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60 Shades of Gray
Reflections on Retirement When I tell people I’m from the Pacific Northwest, they invariably say,” it rains a lot there, doesn’t it?” Yes. Sort of. Like the Scots, said to have 421 words for snow (for example, the Scottish word for a large snowflake is ‘skelf’), those of us in the PNW have many many…
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