Tag: travel

Free flying


Oh my, my, how I had forgotten the joy to be found in driving – particularly driving a responsive, well-functioning vehicle where gauges and issues did not have to be monitored. It’s glorious. You feel one with the car. The radio playing classic sounds – The Cranberries, Aerosmith, The Beatles, Panic at the Disco, Plain…

Pack and Play


After almost two weeks of talking mainly to myself, plants, and inanimate objects, I need some socialization. Yes, an introvert just wrote that sentence. I too, am surprised. I’ve figured out that introversion is how I process the information I take in over time, but it doesn’t really define my personality type, now that my…

“I’m all alone, with no one beside me..”(Donkey in Shrek)


And so it goes! After traversing Arizona moving south and westward, I finally arrived at the RVing Nirvana known as Quartzsite, or “Q”, as one mountainside proclaims visually. I had seen a video or three on this place. Seemed cool enough. However, after having the freedom of truly boondocking, this is just a leetle different…

Looking Back Over My Shoulder -Humanities at (roughly) 450 mph


(Oooh, a fragmented lost in draft post, just found, from earlier this year) Now that was a catchier title than “Getting to know ¬†my fellow air travelers”, was it not? Feet firmly back on the ground from vacation, I’ve been in hibernation from over-socialization. It isn’t that anyone was rude or intentionally draining either. I…

Walking into 2015


I remember the times when January 1st was a bleary-eyed sleeping in day. ¬†A day that didn’t require going to work, woohoo! ¬†Those days seem to be¬†long behind me, although if I had television I might still be tempted to watch the ball drop in Times Square. This year my goal was to go to…

Today (a vignette)


Today Today I visited Shanghai in the rain, circumnavigated the mass of people and the vibrant colors of parasols sheltering the dreams dreamt only perhaps in Mandarin, beyond my comprehension, but their beauty I can interpret without a translator. I then traipsed from there to Lebanon, where wearied field workers rested against stacks of wheat…

7.3.14 Thursday Tale-Tellers Tattle – Paul Theroux


Like my musical tastes, my reading tastes are eclectic as well. ¬†My baby brother often shares writers of interest with me, and he introduced me to Theroux several years ago. ¬†Certain writers incite a desire in me to travel, something I’ve had little opportunity to do. ¬†I appreciate their depictions of places most likely I’ll…

Internal externalities


Have you ever stopped and wondered, really wondered, where is the origin¬†of things that feel like they belong to you, or possibly, that you belong to them? ¬†Ever since my return from the woods last month, I have been turning this over and over in my mind. ¬†How does it feel so right, such places?…

T minus eight and counting…


Anticipation. ¬†It is a delightful thing that in our instant gratification society one rarely experiences anymore. ¬†But I am in full on anticipation mode, let me tell you! ¬†Since I’ve been working at this company, I have never been able to take a full week of vacation, nearly always choosing a Friday-Monday combo to eke…