Let’s see…how do I feel today about traveling? Maybe a little tired of it. Which is not possible since I am not quite half way through in time and not even close in distance. Maybe I like ‘visiting’ better than traveling? Two weeks in Minnesota and two weeks in Norway mostly with family, some small time on my own. It was perfect. Now after only a few days of just me just… Read More

It is 22:00 hours here at the ever so interesting Hotel Gutenbergs in Riga, Latvia. I am happy again after the bit of a downer that was the ferry over. Felt like the combination of the odd little pastry, wine and rocking and rolling ship contributed to the nausea I already felt when I realized I was basically trapped in one big duty-free/airport lounge kind of vehicle for the next 18 hours…. Read More

A noisy one she is, her mom was a shill in the USSR, her voice follows me everywhere, a shrill shill she was, pushy, even  here in my cabin on the good ship Isabelle out of Stockholm bound for Riga, her voice, ‘the buffet is open,’ ‘lottery tickets are still available,’ haunts me, this cabin womb-like tomb-like, imagine crossing the seas from Senegal in the hold of the ‘Alabama’, this cabin might… Read More

MORNING AT BENTLEYS; AFTERNOON FERRY TO RIGA There are little blocks of time here and there on every trip that are either wasted spaces or rest stops. It’s whether you’re a glass half-empty or half-full person isn’t it? I’m always trying—and sometimes succeeding—to be the latter…all because mom insisted I read Pollyanna. I booked a day over in Stockholm because the thing I most do not want to do on this trip… Read More