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It is Day 23. Exactly halfway. Do I think this may have been a plan too ambitious? Not as long as Sara is having an adventure. We’ll see if and when the thrill wears off—doesn’t seem to have as yet, but while our present location in a comfy little contemporary hotel in Johannesburg is a welcome break, it’s also just a touch boring if we don’t force ourselves out in the cold… Read More
The photo album of the day will be Celia experiencing Kenya with a few of her favorite friends…first though a small look at where we are right this very minute of our lucky lives. You know how I love rain, so I am not complaining that our game drive is rained out this evening. Actually we’ve been caught out in one wild rainstorm, with rainy evenings and bright wet mornings often in… Read More
Sara, my granddaughter, is the Adventurer. She’s 23, and this trip is all-new, all-shiny, all-firsts. Celia, the Experienced Traveler, is 70, however this is her first visit to the continent of Africa. Marjorie ,the Challenged, is 83. She’s traveled in 112 countries, but this jaunt is a challenge on a new front—the beginning of the end of her travel stories. These days she’s finding it harder to lose sleep, feel cold, be… Read More
NOW. As jaded as I’ve become, I do remember being being both hopeful and excited about the upcoming trip. If you didn’t get this post on the other platform, join us, back in the day, in our pre-trip anticipation. Please join Sara, Celia, and me for a toe-to-head trip on the continent of Africa. (The switch to a new platform has caused a certain amount of grief as technical “news” tends to… Read More
As often as I can post, one the the series of blog posts from 2022 until the present will appear here and now on WordPress. I know it’s confusing. Just remember if you see me looking younger, it is because I was…not that much though, so the wrinkles are only a touch less pronounced and my hair’s only slightly more gorgeous. In 2022, I switched from WordPress to another blogging platform for… Read More
In September, 2019, I was in Central Asia with son Scott and granddaughter Teresa. It was an exciting and busy time; consequently some of the best photo-albums were left out of posts from that time. Going through them now, almost 2 1/2 years later, I must include them in this belatedly published blog-book. About September 16, 2019: The confusion with time zones and days is greatest when one is exactly half way… Read More
Day Three … and Home…with art and aliens between. After a fine night’s sleep in a Roswell hotel, we were ready for art, and our first stop was the Anderson Museum of Contemporary Art. The Museum was opened in 1994 to showcase work produce by the Roswell Artist-in-Residence program, and it is packed with the most delightful and interesting assortment of contemporary art imaginable. It’s an especially welcoming place with the odd,… Read More
Day Two: We spent the first night in boarding-house like hotel in the little mountain town of Cloudcroft, 20 or so miles out of Alamogordo, since hotels in town seemed to be in the $300+ range. There must have been something going on with, or at, Holloman AFB since Alamogordo is not exactly tourist-central. We headed back into town after breakfast at Cloudcroft’s Dusty Boots Café where apparently masks were not allowed,… Read More
So the story goes like this. Lace and I had tickets booked for Cuba and Colombia for 2021 Thanksgiving holiday time. Something came up and we had to cancel. Darn pandemics with their death and destruction and cancelled travel plans. However, there was also very good news from my point-of-view. Lace elected to come and spend the whole 10 days with me anyway. Those of you with grandchildren know that when any… Read More
It’s about two months since Bob and I made it to New York, happily visiting reopened Broadway theaters, restaurant hopping with vaccination cards in hand—feeling like the end of this twisty tunnel was just ahead. Yeah, well you know the story…I was actually supposed to be landing in Nairobi about now, instead I’m unsure about whether to hide under the bed or just find the nearest public gathering of unvaccinated nut jobs… Read More