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Travel – Then and Now
A recent essay I published brought back to me how much and how quickly travel is changing. And how quickly history is forgotten. Unless you’re watching an old movie (wow! people went to baseball games in 3-piece suits?) or looking at old pictures, technology and time can sneak up on you–and you realize that fond memory of yours sounds like complete gibberish to someone of a younger generation. Continue reading “Travel – Then and Now” »
Ode to Semester at Sea
Twenty years ago I took three months away from college to take a ship around the world. Well, not me personally. I didn’t drive the thing, but I was on it. It left from Vancouver, British Columbia in September of 1992 headed for Japan, followed by Taiwan, Hong Kong, Malaysia, India, Egypt, Turkey, Ukraine, Spain, and Venezuela. It was only three months, but it changed my life forever. Continue reading “Ode to Semester at Sea” »
I like to Travail
Someone told me that the word travel comes from the French word travail, which, according to dictionary.com, means “pain, anguish or suffering resulting from mental or physical hardship.” Continue reading “I like to Travail” »
Staying Connected On The Road Isn’t Easy
I currently do not have access to the Internet. When I have the Internet it distracts me and I complain about it. If only I didn’t have the Internet, I tell myself, I could get so much done. Well, here I am without it, and I’m annoyed I don’t have it. So there’s no winning with me. Continue reading “Staying Connected On The Road Isn’t Easy” »
Have I Talked About My Travel Pants Today?
I don’t think so. I really like my travel pants. Seriously. So much so that I wear them even when I’m not traveling. That’s what makes them so good: they’re travel pants that can hang out with other peoples’ regular pants without creating a stir. There are pockets all over the place, but not the big bulky cargo pants pockets that would get you kicked out of a fancy restaurant in France. You reach into a front pocket, say, and there, inside that pocket, is another pocket!
They’re strong. If you’re walking through the airport, or as I like to do, running desperately through the airport, with tears of panic burning your cheeks, they won’t split and show the whole concourse your taste in undergarments. They are reinforced at the knees too–in case you have to crawl into a cave or something.
They have these little loops on them, which are great for, say, I’m thinking nothing actually. What I do is I attach the dog’s leash to one of them, so I can walk “hands-free”.