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Ever had one of those mindless moments? The one where you’d been driving somewhere and found yourself miles down the road with no recollection of the journey? That happened to me today.  Wow, twenty minutes worth of driving and no recall.  Where had I been?  Is that dangerous?  Who else was on the road?  I didn’t see a single soul, but they must have been there, I was on the highway after all. I was functioning on automatic.  My conscious mind knew how to drive.  Muscle memory was alive and well and currently residing in me.  But where was ‘I’…you know the piece of us who knows we’re there, and more to the point knows where ‘there’ is. Uh oh…not such good news.  I’d been lost in the reverie of past experiences.  Would you believe me if I said it was okay, because they were all really great, really lovely,…

Travelling is in my blood…no surprise there…my Dad was in the Air Force, so we travelled.  For me, there’s still nothing quite like the thrill of visiting a different state, or city, or a new country. Paris is fantastic.  A beautiful, somehow feminine city and so very walkable.  No matter how often I’ve visited, I still love Paris…any time.  I’d even go in August when most self respecting Parisians leave.  I don’t care that it’s hot and dusty and sweaty…I live in Florida…Paris can’t out-heat or out-sweat me. Sacre Coeur in the Montmartre District. And Venice…who wouldn’t love Venice.  Just don’t go in the rainy season, St. Mark’s Square floods.  Well it used to..haven’t been in quite a while.  And now I’ve a hankering to go again. St. Mark’s Basilica. To travel implies I know where I’m going.  I made a decision to go somewhere and funnily enough I…

Life is short and we have never too much time for gladdening the hearts of those who are travelling the dark journey with us.  Oh be swift to love, make haste to be kind. ~ Henri Frederic Amiel There’s no doubt that I’ve travelled a lot.  When you’re an Army brat…or Royal Air Force brat in my case you’d better know that travel is part of your lifestyle.  Heck what am I talking about, it’s your entire lifestyle.  Two years there, two years home.  Another couple of years there before heading home yet again.  It was quite a life. And perfectly normal for me…it was all I’d known. Elephant Orphanage Sri Lanka.  I kid you not. In Africa, it was so common to see herds of wildebeest that after a while you hardly noticed!  Can you believe that? So much of the world visited, so blase at such a young…

It was my first trip to Rome.  Harriet and I had decided we needed to expand our horizons and did we ever, just not in the way we’d anticipated.   Pasta, the best pizza in the world, handsome Italians …did I forget history…didn’t mean to put it at the bottom of the list, but really, pasta, pizza and handsome Italians rated pretty highly for the must eat, see and do gals that we were. It was amazing. We ate pizza on the Spanish Steps, and had pasta near the Via Veneto with two very charming and very Italian young men. “Isn’t it fantastic” I said. Harriet said Rome was dirty. We bought wonderful Italian sandals on our way to the Colosseum.  I had to wear mine immediately. “Isn’t Rome fantastic”  I said. Harriet said it was dirty. We threw coins, over our shoulders, into the Trevi Fountain.  I don’t think you…

I stand accused.  I’m crushed.  Some friends have told me that the directions I gave them to our new home must be English directions, because they didn’t understand them and got lost…well not really lost…they had to call for clarification.  But in the old days, before cell phones, when dinosaurs ruled the earth, they would have been lost. Pondering, as I’m apt to do when accused of giving false information, I reached the conclusion that they might have a point, and there was something missing in my directions. I’m more accustomed to this: Take a right by the… Then left by the And when you come to the… You should see our place… To tell the truth…as I suppose I must…this is not really our house, this is The Oakley Court, a hotel near Windsor, England.  They do a very nice afternoon tea. Today’s trivia… the reason why there’s so…

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