How I Got Here – The Europe trip

In October of 1999, I got an e-mail about an airfare sale.  It was from a company specializing in travel for folks under 26 years of age and at the time I was 23.  My desire to study abroad in college was shot down long ago, but here I saw an opportunity.  I wanted to…

A Camino with Dad: Training (or lack thereof)

When a friend heard my father was going to join me on my upcoming Camino, she said, “So your father is in good shape, then.” “Um . . . not exactly,” I said, “He eats donuts for breakfast and hot dogs for lunch.” “So is he pretty active at least?” she asked. I pause. “He…

“Yeah, We’ve Got That.”

Eight years ago, my parents bought a house in Schroon Lake, New York. It was a former boarding house — ideal when you have five children who like to visit with their friends, significant others, kids. It’s just a block from the lake. A block from the supermarket. A block from the tiny downtown (a…

Judgement Days–Or Lack Thereof

Prior to my first Camino I spoke with a woman who had spent a week walking The Way. She stayed in hotels the entire time and had her pack ported from town to town. She was the first one to tell me that “Everyone does their own Camino.” During my Camino, I wrote an entire…

Me? An Introvert?

“Do you consider yourself an introvert or an extrovert?” he asked me. We met just three hours earlier, and already our conversation had covered religion and poverty, our life stories, and now personal reflection. But this happens all the time when I get in a conversation with the unconventional-traveler types: in this case, a couchsurfer….

My Back Pocket

I have a piece of paper in my back pocket.  My figurative back pocket, that is.  In reality, the paper sits in a green file folder marked, “PT License.” The paper was issued by the state of New York.  License #020405.  I received it after successfully completing an accredited physical therapy curriculum and passing a…

You Get What You Ask For

For years I have wanted to become a professional organizer.  Friends and family have heard me talk with great excitement about helping people declutter their houses to the point that one, each time I bring it up, says, “Do you hear how excited you are talking about this?  Get out there and do it!”  For…

Post-college life

A while back (November actually), I started a series of posts on how I got here.  By “here” I mean how I got to the point where I’m generally accepting of the fact that not everyone is meant to have just one job that they go to 9-5 for twenty years.  How I got to…

Spanish NLV for Washington DC Consulate

“Maybe we can be in Spain by our anniversary!” Michael said. He thinks we’re going to get this whole thing done in two months?! “Ummmm. . . Maybe,” I replied. ” But someone on the Facebook group said they had to wait two months just for their appointment at the Consulate. And you can’t get…

Never Say Never (Under The Sea–Part 3)

“I so enjoy reading your blog posts,” my Aunt Janet said. “But last night I realized you’ve been writing them long before I started reading them. So I went back to the beginning and read them all.” I was touched. And a little surprised. That someone, anyone, would want to do that. Hmph. Cool. So…