It is February 22, 2022. This post was originally written on February 22, 2020. AND guess what? Plans for all of those exciting trips described below are finally going to be realized—TWO YEARS LATE. Déjà vu indeed. So welcome to Blog-Book 2020 & 2021. My travel blog was in hiding much of the time in both years, at least as a travel document. In 2020, life took place entirely within the confines of Bernalillo County, New Mexico; in 2021 stateside travel returned but not a single international border was crossed.

Still…life went on didn’t it? The few people in my close circle of family and friends who contracted Covid during those two years, came through safely, in fact with little danger or trauma (including an 87 year old cousin). A small number of North Fourth Art Center staff kept this building maintained during its lengthy closure; we fortunately received a substantial government grant, are are back open, and hoping we can re-establish ourselves as a different but equally vital art center for the future.

As you follow the two-year journey of my family, friends, workplace, and me, enjoy—there were some lovely times.

Return with me now to those thrilling days of yesteryear!

My goal is to have one (or more) of these nicely printed and mounted photos of every country I’ve visited on my walls. Could make a less obsessive traveler a bit claustrophobic I suppose!

“Travel isn’t always pretty. It isn’t always comfortable. Sometimes it hurts, it even breaks your heart. But that’s okay. The journey changes you; it should change you. It leaves marks on your memory, on your consciousness, on your heart, and on your body. You take something with you. Hopefully, you leave something good behind.” (Anthony Bourdain)

Let me not think or write about the dreadful state of the nation and the world for a little while. Let me just write about my travel plans for this fine (please let it be fine) year of 2020. They are brilliant. The quick view: San Diego/Visalia/San Francisco, CA; New York City; Havana, Cuba; Cape Town/Jo’burg, South Africa; Lilongwe, Malawi; Masai Mara/Nairobi, Kenya; Entebbe/Kampala, Uganda; New England (by train from Albuquerque!). My outlook brightened even as I wrote those names.

Good week. I’ve purchased one of my California plane tickets (nice son picked up most of them!); I’ve booked our (Teresa, my obsessively travel-oriented granddaughter and me) Airbnb in Havana, and looked more closely at the ‘garden tour’ (adventures up along the coast from Cape Town) and diamond mine visits near Johannesburg. Oh yeah, have also been cleaning and rearranging my office and watching the Nevada debate with Bloomberg’s first appearance. So far nothing has managed to spoil my good mood—although Bloomberg came damn close with his dreadful performance.

Travel travel travel. Best of all, the travel year begins with the April birthday in San Diego:  climbing Black Mountain and eating Russian food (always borscht) with Scott…and my annual shot of cucumber vodka.

My mood is radically different than last year at this time, waiting for what felt like birthday that would end life as I currently know it. Now I’m simply happy to be at the low end of a high decade…how’s that for renewed optimism?

Incredibly Important Travel Thoughts (a new category of travel writing I’ve just invented): I’m booking an Airbnb in Havana because we’ll be there for five nights. My general policy is to consider Airbnbs if a stay is longer than three days. It’s not worth finding the place and new check-in procedures every time for shorter stays. And there’s the leftover food problem…I mean does anyone have the secret of not excitedly investigating a ‘foreign’ grocery story without buying too much? That’s a rhetorical question…I am positive there is not a human so disciplined. Then you’re left with the agony of trying to decide what’s appropriate to leave for the next occupant and what should just be tossed. So complicated. In a hotel you only have that half-eaten bag of chips to toss or stow away for your airline meal.

About all of those amazing places on this year’s itinerary—and a focal point in each: San Diego (how many years can I hike up the incredible heights (joke, darn it) of Black Mountain and swill vodka afterward?); Visalia (Steven and Ashley’s new home—the coastal kids on their first inland experience); San Francisco (Lace in her and Jon’s new actual/real life/in the heart of San Francisco apartment—prices have gone up a bit since my $300 studio in the Mission). AND Havana, Cuba (Because Lace will be 30 this year and we needed to have one of our trips to celebrate—so, we said, what’s close by (relatively speaking) and off-the-beaten path and of great interest to both of us for many and sundry reasons—that would be Cuba of course) All in April.

Next: New York City (friend Bob and I do Broadway/four or five shows, MOMA and Central Park and even more— Stadtluft Macht Frei, “city air makes you free,” was once a statement of Germanic law: a serf who lived in a city for a year and a day was freed from his obligations to his manorial master. I’ve always been a city girl at heart (could that come from being born and raised in the deep backwoods of the north?) and have lived in a few good ones: Portland OR, Mpls/St. Paul, Orlando, San Francisco, San Diego and…well… Albuquerque is sort of a city. But NYC is the mother-of-all-cityhood in my experience and I haven’t been for awhile…so this is exciting. End of April/Early May.

Susanna and I in front of a wall of our lobby gallery. Visitors actually spend a good amount of time and attention on our giant map.

Enough. The outlines of the African and New England travel deserve their own posts for a variety of reasons. Something for the future…

I’ve made myself happy enough now with travel talk so the prospect of more rich (although I think Bernie’s barely a millionaire) old white guys running my country won’t make me throw myself in front of a truck for the time being.


One Comment on “DÉJÀ VU

  1. I was so happy to see this news about your plans. Schuyler will be especially envious as we have talked often about our desire to spend time in Cuba, especially Havana. Because the US has chosen to make life as miserable as possible for the Cuban people there has not been the rush to “develop” the country with American dollars and therefore the architecture of Havana especially has been preserved, but for how long? I look forward to hear your travel plans for the New England train adventure. Perhaps I can meet you in New York and go part of the way with you? I wonder? I am not going to make my way out west this coming Fall as I had wanted, but perhaps I can see you on the train…who knows?

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