An inquiry from a new friend made me think about my current lifestyle, designed around adventure. The urge to explore is the restless baggage I carry, churning like a propeller within my soul. Internal turbulence is sometimes a curse, because I desire contentment in the present; my present. When life feels stagnant, as if inContinueContinue reading “My Love To Wander…Occasionally A Curse, Always A Blessing”
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Iceland Stole My Heart…
Iceland stole my heart like a thousand Arctic ponies galloping through lush fields, pollinating flowers under a midnight sun. Shifting into first, off the grid I went. Solo, without a map, GPS, or cell, to ensure I could survive without assistance. Heading north on Route 1, adrenaline delivered me to Akranes, IS, the northern mostContinueContinue reading “Iceland Stole My Heart…”
Stranded In Liberia On A Broken Bus, 8km From The Airport…
Initial seasonal exposure to sunshine and critters at the Tamarindo bus stop had me counting high as I could, in Spanish, grande bites on my pink legs. Locals gave varied schedules, so I sat for some time until a bus pulled alongside, with signage for Liberia. Inquiring if that encompassed an aeropuerto stop seemed aContinueContinue reading “Stranded In Liberia On A Broken Bus, 8km From The Airport…”
Dublin With My Wee Lil’ Nephew
Visual senses trace intertwined white and red on a Sochi Coke, transporting my mind to an Irish adventure with my wee lil’ nephew. Twelve at the time, he and I scampered through Dublin, exploring like curious leprechauns. It was his first European adventure, once pried from the terminal massage chair. I informed the wee ladContinueContinue reading “Dublin With My Wee Lil’ Nephew”
Luggage Tags Are Not Life Saving Articles
As frequently as security announcements interrupt sine waves throughout terminals across the globe, passengers say; “My bag had a ribbon on it. Flying friends, let me tell you an industry tip that could save you time and energy. We all have baggage… Some carry too much, placing zipper bursting emphasis upon external factors such as;ContinueContinue reading “Luggage Tags Are Not Life Saving Articles”
Left My Worries In The Wailing Wall…
Sanctity surrounding the Wailing Wall was severed by fluttering wings expanding and collapsing in the air, above torsos rocking in prayer. Feathered friends enjoying the air space danced between greenery, jutting from cracks in this massive wall. Their chipper tones echoed above the opposing solemn aura below. A divider sectioned men from the woman. TeardropsContinueContinue reading “Left My Worries In The Wailing Wall…”
I Slept Under The Stars, On A Jerusalem Rooftop, Next To A Man With A Dolphin Tattoo
Sip Kosher wine, submerse toes into a Dead Sea bath, while I transport your imagination, beneath your yarmulke, to Jerusalem, Israel… The driver signaled my stop, with his pointer through the rear view. Door ajar, my traveling soles touched Israeli soil, for the first time. Hardly a recognizable bus stop, tires pulled away, leaving myContinueContinue reading “I Slept Under The Stars, On A Jerusalem Rooftop, Next To A Man With A Dolphin Tattoo”
Altitude And Gratitude
His words brought comfort but it was challenging piecing syllables together with clarity. Comprehension caused enough distraction to transfer my focus to the simple act of walking. Two little words: altitude sickness. Dark clouds hovered in the distance in unknown direction, the day crept later. Step by step I told myself I could do it,ContinueContinue reading “Altitude And Gratitude”
Flight Fiascos Over Foie Gras
As abruptly as an F-16 takes off, people question my career at social gatherings. Despite wanting to pretend I’m a heli pilot in Switzerland or diving instructor in Australia, I admit I work for an airline. Once the truth settles like dust upon the tarmac, I slide into fuzzy slippers and grab a first classContinueContinue reading “Flight Fiascos Over Foie Gras”
Waldorf v. Bean
Eyelids closed, soft like feathers as my weary travel head snuggled upon a fuzzy surface. Buffet ballads emitted from speakers, returning thoughts to concerts with my aunt at Jones Beach. Senses inhale Banana Boat spray, as warmth from the Long Island sun falls upon my neck and shoulders. Summer limes plunk into chilled Landshark brews.ContinueContinue reading “Waldorf v. Bean”
