Maybe hiking a steep stone trail in the rain wasn’t my best idea. But it was my first afternoon in the Cinque Terre, and I wanted to get out there. So off I went climbing up and up and up towards the Madonna di Montenero Sanctuary high above Riomaggiore. The light rain didn’t faze me….
Category: Travels
Serendipity – In a Train Station
I could feel him behind me. He and I obviously didn’t have the same idea of ‘personal space.’ As he got even closer, I wondered if this short, tanned, elderly Italian man was trying to cut in front of me? I stood my ground in line for the automatic ticket machine. He shifted behind me,…
Pack Lightly
I know it went out to the masses, but I feel like he wrote it just for me. And I wanted to share it with you. Here’s a recent post by Leo Babauta. I get inspiration from a lot of people and places. Leo is one of my favorites from the blogosphere:) Empty-Handed, Full-Hearted Posted:…
Another Serendipity Story
Not a hair was out of place. Her skin was flawless. On her face was just the right amount of makeup to accentuate her already impeccable visage. Her suit, her shoes – she was everything I pictured a corporate America consultant to be. Next to her, I looked like the newbie I was. But she…
Seek and Ye Shall Find
“Do you have a hat yet?” she asked. “No, but that’s on my list of things I want to bring.” “I have one if you want to borrow it – a hat just for hiking. And the best thing about it?” She cupped her hands like she was holding a balloon, then brought them closer…
Back on Track!
The backpack I’ll use when I walk the Camino was bought at an outdoor gear tent sale. It’s a used pack – clearly indicated by the words “Rental EMS” written across one of the pockets. I was thinking it’d be nice to have something to cover those words. Today, I found one thing that will…
Three Pillows
I nestled myself into bed, head sinking into the pillow. I turned onto my side, reached for a second pillow, and stuffed it between my knees. Then, I grabbed a third pillow to wrap my arms around. Perfectly comfortable, I closed my eyes and a little old lady’s voice came into my head. “Travel when…
Kiawah -> Asheville
My mouth hung open as I looked around. I hadn’t seen this much hand-made furniture in quite some time. The best part? I could touch it all. I ran my hands over the sanded wood, walked my fingers over the tiles, sat on the chairs. That’s because I was in the Grovewood Gallery–not a museum,…
Making Good Stories
“Is this crazy?” Stacey asked. “Not at all,” I said. “Besides, it’ll make a good story.” “And you gotta live in order to have stories to write,” Stacey said. So she called the number. The woman on the other end – an actress in one of Stacey’s favorite childhood movies – said of course she…
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