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Almost time: India 2012
Today, when I called my credit card companies to tell them I was leaving my normal cowtown land, a great small world moment happened. The operator at X Bank asked me where I was headed, when I said India, he told me how lucky I was, how it would change my life and that especially…
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India 2012: Packing it all in
There’s a time before a new journey when I always get to maximum velocity; a perfect storm hits of everything at the same time. A window into my mind (so sorry, it’s not as bad in there as it initially appears), I have this moment when I think because I am getting on a plane…
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Two week countdown
Seven years ago tonight, I was sitting around a fire in the middle of the Sahara listening to music, under a bowl full of stars, so far away from everything. Getting on that plane seems so close now and have to start really mentally preparing myself for the other side. Today, I realized I don’t…
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“Half the fun of the tr…
“Half the fun of the travel is the esthetic of lostness.” – Ray Bradbury Cpuntdown to India: 22 days (it’s 9 pm here so maybe that’s really 21 and bit)
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Buenos Aires, March 2012
As I sort through all the wires, converters, lenses today, preparing for my next journey – here are some pictures of Buenos Aires. Alas, my camera was on the fritz… so just a few to share. Countdown to India: 29 days
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2012: India
“In India, I was living in a little hut, about six feet by seven feet. It had a canvas flap instead of a door. I was sitting on my bed meditating, and a cat wandered in and plopped down on my lap. I took the cat and tossed it out the door. Ten seconds later…
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Patagonia March 2012
“I climbed a path and from the top looked up-stream towards Chile. I could see the river, glinting and sliding through the bone-white cliffs with strips of emerald cultivation either side. Away from the cliffs was the desert. There was no sound but the wind, whirring through thorns and whistling through dead grass, and no…
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“Travel does what good …
“Travel does what good novelists also do to the life of everyday, placing it like a picture in a frame or a gem in its setting, so that the intrinsic qualities are made more clear. Travel does this with the very stuff that everyday life is made of, giving to it the sharp contour and…
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Mexico: a kayaking story for cinco de Mayo…
.. or as my family likes to call it… the near-death kayak. About ten years ago, my family decided we wanted to start traveling for Christmas – get some sun in before the long winter haul of the the northeast USA. We’re not the all inclusive, cruise people so we decided to go to an…
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Travel & Tears… a short list
“This is your captain speaking.” The most dreaded words in air travel without a doubt. Nothing like being 30,000 feet in the air, meal service underway, and learning the plane is turning around, back to the land you just left, no local currency in my pocket, no mobile phone, and yes, the yearning, deep need…
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New Year’s Wishes
“Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn’t do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.” Mark Twain On this last day of a very long 2011,…
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Europe: Remembrance Day, Bruges
A number of years ago, a friend and I decided to take this week-long dash through some European countries we had not visited in a while and to see some friends – a week-long journey of planes, trains, buses, trams, boats to the UK, Belgium and the Netherlands. Why we chose a week when Europe is…
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dreams of other places
Just the rainy, cold kind of gloomy cow town morning that makes me wish I were elsewhere and yet again the deep debate in my heart rises up – to travel more of the year and work to make that happen, or to continue on the path I am on… because if I were elsewhere,…
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beginning at the beginning
When I was eight, my family spent a month and a 1/2 in France and England. It was the first international flight I could remember, drank my first orangina, learned my first French word – which was STOP (aggressive foreign speaking children + pool ) and slept in an overnight train berth. My mother kept…
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