How To Meet A Man On A Romanian Train

January 31, 2010 by · Leave a Comment 

I traveled in Romania in 2002, and recently came across my written account of that adventure. Here’s the story of my train ride between Sibiu and Brasov:

A soldier came to me in the train station and said, in Romanian, that it was time to go to track three. He led me there, carrying my luggage and I found my seat in a six-person compartment. One fellow passenger, Arpad, spoke English and helped me get my heavy suitcase to the overhead rack. As the hours rolled by, we talked and sometimes napped. It was a long journey and the train would arrive in Brasov at 10:30 p.m. As usual, I had no reservations but figured that I could easily taxi to a hotel listed  in my guidebook.

At last, I decided to find the train bathroom and left my glass-enclosed compartment for the corridor filled with smokers. My little toe was newly-broken from stubbing it on a piece of hotel furniture a few nights before, so I tried carefully to avoid getting it stepped upon, tapping many shoulders to request passage through the throng. One man, dressed in a nice tweed suit, heard my English and began to speak to me in such good pronunciation that I thought he must be British. He asked where I was from and then began to rattle off states and capitals of the U.S.

He arrested my progress down the aisle. Latched onto me, is the word, insisting that I sit with him in his compartment. I answered that I was on the way to the toilet but might do that on my way back. I suppose that even the Romanians don’t use their train toilets unless they are absolutely desperate. Well, I do, rather than ride in discomfort. He purported not to even know if this train had one! I said, “They’re usually down here on the end.” and disappeared in the crush.

Yep! All trains are alike. There it was. With a Gypsy mother sitting on her baby’s stroller, holding her baby and blocking the door. I smiled and indicated where I would like to go and mimed moving the stroller. She did. The loo was not all that dirty and hadn’t been used much, but it was still skanky. They all are, and if my seatmates were in dread of my impressions out the window of our compartment, I knew they were really worried about my reaction to the toilet. I’ve encountered this embarrassment all over the former Communist  countries. Those at the end of the car, Gypsy mamma included, watched my face closely as I came out of the toilet compartment. They found only my normal serene expression.

There was my new friend, waiting where I had left him and there was no question of my getting back to my own seat. He took my small backpack from me and swung it to the rack in his compartment, thinking it was my luggage. I carry all of my money, tickets, passport and anything important in the fannypack at my waist, but I never let go of my backpack purse either, so I took it back down, mentioning that my real luggage was above my reserved seat down the way. He didn’t pick up on that until later, when the train stopped and I mentioned that I should go make sure no one took it off with them. In a panic, he comprehended the situation and ran down the hall with me in tow to see if it was alright. My long-left-behind seatmates, who were very dependable and respectable, were still there and so was the suitcase. They had probably wondered if I’d been kidnapped but could see that I was in good hands.

Eugene was a very respectable man, as I could tell from the beginning, or I wouldn’t have given him the time of day. I have met many Soviet men just exactly like him. All very intelligent and very stifled by their life, surroundings, and possibilities; starving for a chance to practice English and to learn, firsthand, about the fabled Mecca, the United States. Such men are always very apologetic about the conditions of life, the sunflower seed hulls scattered on the floor, the rutted footpaths and shabby buildings just outside the window. They want to pull a cover over it and wish it were different. Lots and lots of apology, which I had to counter with many waves of my hand, again and again, dismissing the need for him to take personal responsibility for the failings of his country.

Eugene’s desperate push for communication prevented me from studying my guidebook well enough to decide on the hotel to try for. I peeked at it a little and chose the least expensive one, partly because he had told me that he earns the equivalent of thirty dollars per month. He had already apologized profusely for not being able to host me in his flat, but he lived with his aged parents and his son.  However he kept wanting to do something for me. He’s a Romanian man, with all the courtly instincts and we finally settled on the plan for him to find the taxi and tell the driver where to take me. He would ride partway, as his home was on the way.

After much conversation about historical facts, the topic finally got around to beliefs and spiritual matters. Not through my doing. I don’t push that topic anymore. But, before it was over, I found myself talking about my clairaudience and he was so keen to  know, that I wound up telling him how I hear and what I hear.

Then, we were in Brasov and I had to work hard to prevent him from carrying my heavy suitcase which we retrieved from the guardians in my compartment. He was already half in love with me, judging by the sincere compliments he had been giving me. No, it wasn’t a man going fishing. It was a man with very little pizzazz in his life, blinded by a gutsy woman who could talk and laugh so freely. He was astounded to learn that I am nearly sixty-five. He’s probably twenty years younger.

As we pulled our suitcases out of the compartment, a disco habitue man in a white silk leisure suit and his blowsy blond girlfriend stood in the aisle. The man yelled suggestive, probably lewd, sentences in Romanian as we passed. I picked up on the meaning and turned around after I had gone several yards. I pointed a finger at him and said, seriously, but somewhat lightly, “Behave!” like a school teacher correcting an unruly child. He caught my meaning and shrank back against the wall. I thought nothing of it and didn’t take it seriously but Eugene said he felt angry.

After dropping off this new friend at his flat, the taxi took me to the cheap hostel I had so hastily chosen. It was such a plain little door in the wall with a bar next door, that I decided on the much more expensive ($40) Coroana Hotel, nearby. It was a big Communist-era attempt at finery but it had a bed and a bathtub and my broken toe was really hurting so I blew more than a month’s salary on the night.

(A few days later, I figured out what led the disco man to make his assumptions. I’ll write about that next time.)

Those Blind Men And That Elephant…Must We Perpetuate The Habit?

January 23, 2010 by · Leave a Comment 

Maybe the old analogy of The Blind Men and The Elephant will fit the question of how it is that so many scriptures teaching us about God can differ, but still be bringing the same essential truths. Religion comes from sources outside of our material, visible world; it gets simultaneously accepted by some and rejected by others with equal intensity.
Those emotional roots go very deep, creating chasms between varying reports concerning the same phenomenon. How can an apparently trustworthy Source come up with so many variations on a theme and still be valid? I believe it has to do with the fact that we humans are such a small part of the whole, that we can only grasp a relatively tiny portion of the universe’s truth. Our perspective is too limited to cope with very much more. Anything removed from tangible proof gets dismissed because we don’t like uncertainties.Remember the story?
A dozen blind men desired to know Ultimate Truth and so one by one they were led to a massive elephant by that name. Each was provided with a very comfortable chair, a silken canopy, and attendants to bring food and drink. Their hands were placed directly upon the gentle elephant. Over time, these newly-educated-to-the-elephant experts reported back their findings to their native populations who lived in twelve portions of the globe. The trouble began when the nations grew to the point of overlap and fought about what constituted Truth, because their beliefs diverged to the point of irreconcilability. No one, in any of the twelve provinces would recognize the beast if an actual elephant came blundering through their villages.

 This elephant named Truth had been described as a tree trunk, a small swinging rope, a vast circular bulge, a thin fluttering flag, a marble-like curve and a large hose. Four nations agreed on the tree trunk description; two each on the flag, the bulge and the curve; but only one nation each felt that Truth was a small, suspended rope or a large swinging hose.

The only points upon which all could agree were that Truth felt very leathery and that it had a unique smell. However, those two articles of agreement were not enough to prevent an ingrown certainty that almost everyone else was following a false truth. Even the ones who shared a basic shape agreement, found that their theories were often reversed and completely opposite, so they weren’t interested in any dialogue, either.
The renowned elephant expert, Mr. Goddtt, who had arranged this truth demonstration, could have cleared up much of the problem, but the blind men would have had to trust his words and not their own hands. He found them unwilling to take that leap of faith. So, he untied his elephant, climbed upon its back and rode off to look for people who could see the whole truth instead of just a portion of it,

What if the nations of those blind men had taken their portion of the truth and carefully added it to the other descriptions, assuming that everyone was right? They might have come up with enough clues to sketch the whole animal. But that would have required perseverance and an open mind. Could that have actually been the object of the whole exercise in the first place?





















Having A New Book In Your Life Is Like Having A Newborn Around

January 17, 2010 by · Leave a Comment 

As you all know, I have been silent for another whole week, and that is not like me. But, I am in the category of a being a new mother these days. I’m all intent upon the whole long process of giving birth, as well as tending what I’ve already given birth to. Books and babies…lots of similarities.

First, there’s the moment of conception, though in this case, it’s really called inception. That’s when you come up with a great idea and then realize that you suddenly have a book in your belly. The pregnancy can be long and thoughtful and can continue for years and years, if you want it to. The delivery often takes just as long, because that covers the time spent in your chair, typing hard on the computer; or sometimes for old-fashioned writers, scribbling words on a yellow pad. Pregnancy and delivery are long, lone projects with no one on your back about deadlines and decisions. You can just let it flow all alone in there within your own private universe. You and your book. Tweaking and diddling as much as you like. Mother and child. Secret, contemplative, marvelously successful, because you are the only one you have to please.

However, there IS the business of the name, which becomes an ongoing weighty matter, indeed, as it always is with any expected child. Dither, dither. Such a responsibility. This poor creature you are bringing into the world will have to stand alone on the name you select, possibly long after you have left the scene. The wrong name could be a disaster. Might create unpopularity, misunderstanding, wimpiness or it might convey the wrong impression to the wrong audience.

Who is your audience, anyway? Who is this little twerp planning to hang out with? The title you bestow will have a huge effect on that outcome. Dither, dither. Here’s where my own yellow pads always fill up. Friends and family have learned to nod their heads indulgently whenever I suggest a new name for my book. They know it will be gone in the morning, replaced by another equally-silly one. These days, Google Search has a lot to do with book-naming; as well as Has anyone already snagged it? That squelches a whole lot of perfectly good names, right there.

Cover design is another whole area of worry. The same dynamics apply as they do to the title. The right one gets you in doors. The wrong one sinks the ship. And, those few words you choose to decorate your back cover? Make or break stuff, right there! Then, during sleepless nights, if midnight cover designs hit you in the head, and you’re not an artist, you must find some talent to whip that into shape.

Next come the midwives: those copy editors who rake through your whole creation and make this child actually deliverable. They fix its little (or very big) faults and stay by your side during the birthing process.

There’s the delivery room, your publisher, which handles all important details of the actual birthing process. You go in with this baby in your belly. You come out with a book in hand. Magical stuff! Very heady. And, when it goes well, you want to turn right around and do it all again. And, you will…after you recover from this one.

Now, as all new parents know, or find out soon enough, the story doesn’t end when you leave the hospital with a sweet bundle in your arms. Ohhhhhhh no! Not by a long shot! You have this active new entity on your hands, in your arms, never out of your sight…or hearing. It has NEEEEEEDS! All of a sudden, those diapers hit the fan!

Things that you should have done before delivery are still not complete, like all those registrations for publishers lists, booksellers, book fairs, contests, and so many things bearing imposing and important initials which convey worthy information to the makers, shakers and breakers. Papers to fill out, things to mail in. Copyrights to register. Probably, this is similar to registering a newborn for Yale University’s waiting list, only much more urgent,if your prodigy is to become anything in this world. You stay up at night. You get confused easily.

You still write, write, write all day long. Only this time, it’s marketing ideas and snappy press releases and promotional ploys galore; while the new baby cries in your arms with its own demands and you’re still in your bathrobe. And therein lies the rubbing alcohol. you’ve only just met this little squalling collection of your own ideas. How do you know how to sum it all up in a few stirling paragraphs that will introduce it to the world and make everyone want to adopt your little offspring?

Because, in effect, you ARE putting your fine little baby up for adoption. You will love it anyway, even if you fret over glaring faults, like an undiscovered typo, which suddenly shows up right there on the kid’s nose. You’ll still love your baby, unreservedly, though you may plan to perform a little plastic surgery in your next reprint. Hopefully, all flaws will be unnoticeable, except by you. You’ll then hope, fervently, that someone (preferably a reviewer) might soon begin to notice the brilliance of your work. You pray that they will like it well enough to take that newborn home and keep on their nightstand. Let it keep THEM awake at night, not you!

You are about to SELL YOUR CHILD! How can you think like a Public Relations professional and create beautiful press releases and perfect video presentations, and yet represent your book fairly and exactly like it is? How can you find and focus on its best features? This demanding newborn doesn’t look like its adult self yet; hasn’t begun to explain itself to you, its mother, so that you can even begin to discern how others are going to perceive it.

Yet this must be done while it lies in its cradle, either blessedly silent, or needing hours of attention in some behind-the-scenes way. Multi-tasking mothers are nothing new. We all put in the time. We all get in way over our heads and wonder whether we’ll actually get that shower today or must it go on the to-do list for tomorrow?

But, the marketing material you have to churn out in the middle of all this hubbub, is life-changing for the little tyke. Decisions you make right now, under duress, could affect its entire future. What can you say, accurately and honestly and yet, with appealing, one-of-a-kind hype? Truth, but hype, nonetheless.

Eventually, your child must be likeable of its own accord, because the minute it steps into public scrutiny, folks will know whether you represented it well in your words of praise and promise – or not. This is a whole different type of writing from the book you have just gestated. That was really creative writing. Marketing is too, but with a bite. It must be succinct, and to the point, and true to a fault.

Here, in the light of this newborn day, is where you must turn around and frankly evaluate the product that sat cloistered close to your heart, invisibly, for so very long.

Then, comes the day when your baby bounces off your lap and far away from you. The ink is dry. The dye is cast. The course is run. You then become simply the proud parent lurking in the background; pulling out your wallet snapshots and saying, “That’s my kid! Just look at her go!”

Any parent will tell you, it’s all worthwhile.


No Need For Any Florida Envy This Winter

January 10, 2010 by · Leave a Comment 

Just thought I’d save all you snow-shovelers throughout this country, the trouble of wishing that you were basking on one of Florida’s warm beaches! Not this winter! We are c-c-c-cold down here in the Sunshine State. Oh, it’s beautifully sunny today, but we have a biting wind and the temperatures are in the low forties. Just this minute, in the late afternoon, it’s 42 degrees, but feels like 34, because of our 22 mph. winds.

To go to the grocery store, I bundled up in long johns, wool pants, three sweaters, Ugg boots, and my Antarctic fleece jacket, plus scarf and alpaca gloves. The carts wouldn’t stay in their parking places, but were getting blown back out to sit in the way of the cars. The usually freezing, air-conditioned store felt warm for a change.

It’s been cold a lot this winter, but this streak is long and bitter. Nothing to compare with most of you guys in the rest of the country, but plenty to sneeze at, in our book. However, I was sleeveless for Christmas Dinner, and for New Year’s Eve, I sat poolside, on a friend’s patio way into the evening. But, anyone hopping a plane to flee the freezer this week, won’t get their money’s worth at our beaches. Bring your Arctic wear, not your sunscreen. I should know. I live on the mainland, just fifteen minutes away from one of the most beautiful Gulf beaches in Central Florida. Those waves must be plenty high today. Nobody’s swimming. Nobody’s boating. Nobody’s being much of a tourist outdoors. But, the lines are probably short at Disney World.

Tell you what! If we do get balmy, I’ll be sure to let you know, so you can Go Green again. But, for now, save the envy effort and go shovel your driveway!

My Book Is Becoming A Being Of Its Own – It’s Nitty Gritty Time

January 5, 2010 by · Leave a Comment 

Sorry I’ve been silent about a week now…or more… but I’ve been concentrating on my other writing project. My second book, In Secret Diffusion, has now gone to my two copyeditors for fine-tooth combing and I’m busy now with the cover design.  I’m no artist, but I’ve conceived an idea of exactly what I want and have sketched it out. Now, I’ve selected an artist, and today, will electronically zap off my drawing to them. That way, both the inside and outside of the book will be in other hands, and temporarily, out of mine.

Yesterday, I went through the manuscript doing a right/left justify. As you may have noticed when you’re reading any book, all chapter headings begin on the right hand page. So, it’s necessary to insert a blank page, if your next topic is naturally coming up on a left hand page. You have to bump it up, so that it will be on the right side of the book. That has added about ten more pages to my book size, and they are blank. There’s nothing to stop me from doing more writing and using that extra space, so that will be my next project while the rest of it is out of my hands.

All along, I’ve been jotting down index words on 3×5 cards, and now they must be alphabetized and typed up for the index at the back of the book. However, the publisher is going to do the pagination, so they will have to add the page numbers to each reference once the formatting is finished.

I also have to get started on the important writing for the back cover, which often is the deal-breaker on whether someone becomes interested enough to actually buy the book. You can’t just scribble that off. Plus, you know that little front page, often done in fairly small type, that has all the numbers and publishing data on it? Well, it’s a very important page to some people… librarians, for instance, and book sellers. I must begin to construct that, too; and get out my reference books to figure out what numbers and classifications this book falls into.

But, each of these tasks are short tasks. Once you sit down and apply yourself, and do them to perfection, they are over and done. Not like the middle of the book – the meat and potatoes – which you might massage a whole lot more. It all takes time and lots of it. But, it’s always worth it in the long run when you have a book that you are pleased with and want others to see.

Then comes the other nitty-gritty of marketing, which I didn’t really do for the first one. I up and went off to explore South America, instead. So, this will be a first for me in many respects. I got my learning curve accomplished on the first book, which I plan to re-publish and promote in 2011, when the Boomers hit Social Security. That’s what it was aimed for anyway.

My new book is aimed at a whole different audience: probably a very small portion of New Agers…even the Trekkies. Maybe I should have titled it “A Spiritual Star Trek.”  Anyway, that will be a whole new ride, which could begin as early as mid-February.

I’ll let you know when you can order it…you Trekkie, you!

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To Launch And Let Go
Farewell Florida/Hello Brazil
I Have Utterly Disappeared!
How Can I Describe This?
To Fill In The Blanks On Abadiania, Brazil
Planning Again To Adjust The Spine Of The Planet
Going Silent Till After Thanksgiving
If It Looks Like A Local, If It Walks Like A Local, It Sure Doesn´t Quack Like A Local!
The Secret Wisdom of Always Insisting Upon a Receipt
Going Before The Entity At John of God´s Healing Casa
I´m in the Top-Rated Place on the Recommended List – Ta-Da!
Whoa! Did I Just Bribe The Paraguayan Consul?
Entropy Around The Hostel Pool
Busted! I´m Now a Reformed Smuggler!
We´re All Guilty But We´re Not Bad!
The Great Creative Human Race – Rules and Handicaps
RULES For The Great Creative Human Race – Part II
Almost Nine Months After My Son Died, I caught a Quick Glimpse of Him
My Wardrobe Malfunction At Iguazu Falls, Brazil
I Love Santiago, Chile and This Whole Country!
The Wheels On The Bus Went Round & Round…The Great Creative Human Race – Part III
The Kind and Homey Folks of Chiloe Island, Chile
RTW – Phase I Is Winding Down
Home in The States With A Bum Shoulder
After A Short Surgical Delay, I’m Almost Good Again
The Old Grey Mare, She Ain’t What She Used To Be…..
Ain’t It Always The Way?
A Soldier’s World Travels Are True Sacrifices
My Traveling and My Writing Are About To Get Married!
The U.S. Congressman And The Saga of The Seth Parker
Lovin’ The Life In The Land Down Under
Flying To A New Australian City Tomorrow
Frozen Money Has Forced Me Into Phone Ownership
I’m Sooooo On Island Time Now!
I Made Headlines In The Pago Pago, American Samoa Newspaper
A Little Bit of Samoa Will Always Circle My Ankle
A Stalker Named Hurricane Evan
Summertime In New Zealand
My First Six Months In The Pacific Ocean
Earthquakes and Antarctica Have One Thing In Common…New Zealand
Going Further Under In Down Under: Dunedin, NZ Is Really Different From Dunedin, Florida
Traveling Solo In The Comfort Zone
The Story of my First Days in Cape Town, South Africa
Our Human Tendency Towards Religious Obfuscation – Inner & Outer Travel
Bits & Pieces of Life Overseas…. Lost In A Labyrinth of Budapest
Spending The Summer in Spain & Portugal
I’m At A Surf Camp Hostel In The Portuguese Algarve….The Bottom Coastal Region Of This Gorgeous Country
The Ups and Downs of Beautiful Portugal
A Seagoing Birthday This Year Between Denmark and Norway
Journey’s End – A Tiny French Village Outside of Paris Offers Recovery From Epilepsy
Another Life Begins Again
My First Step In Becoming An American Expat
I’m A Kid In A Money-Making Candy Store!
A Brief Visit To My Florida Towns Before Sailing Across The Equator On The Mayflower
Ohhhhhh, Uruguay! Glorious, Gorgeous, Warm Uruguay And My Celebrity Wool Jacket!
The Rubber Meets The Road On Real Life As An Expat
When The Guards Outnumber The Shoppers
Glimpses of Uruguay on January 5, 2014
All Uruguyans Are Ascended Zen Masters
Life In An English Country House In Upscale Montevideo
Hostel Hopping, Visa Vetting, Rock & Rolling, In Uruguay
The Andes Mountain Chain – Backbone of The Planet – And The Blackfeet Nation
The Girl That Got Away! How I Spent April Fool’s Day!
Peru Is The New Spiritual Himalayas And I’ll Soon Be There Again
The Movable Feast of Expat Life Goes Mobile Again!
The Trail Never Changes!
Peace & Light In The Sacred Valley of Peru
The Spinal Column Of Planet Earth
Life Brings Us All To The Right Shore, If We Will But Flow Within It!
I Receive The Munay-Ki Rites of The Andean Shamans In The Sacred Valley of Peru
Becoming The Creator of My Own Universe Through Peruvian Shamanic Traditions
Visions Of Paz y Luz Healing Resort & Conference Center, Pisac, Peru
A Peruvian Despacho Ceremony For A Baby’s First Haircut
My Date With St. Peter – How I Took Charge of My Own Health Through A Peruvian CondorVision San Pedro Ceremony
My Last Day In Pisac, Peru
Having Achieved Ecuador….
Cuenca, Ecuador…….Expat Life……..Not So Much! Yet!….But, Improving!
There’s Much To Like In Cuenca, Ecuador! I Might Stay Here Longer!
Meeting Some of My Fellow Expats in Cuenca, Ecuador
Excursions And Discoveries Ecuadorian!
Age Schmage…………. Money Schmoney
Steady As She Goes On All Expat Plans For 2014
My Last Expat Night In Cuenca, Ecuador – Fabiano’s Pizza
Puerto Lopez, Ecuador – Whale of a Day
Spirit Orbs Over The Secret Garden, Quito, Ecuador, Hostel
New Life, New Friends, New Mexico!
I Drove The Dog And The Dog Won!
Leaving Lovely Santa Fe, N.M. And Heading for Golden, Colorado
Taking A Vacation From My Vacation
This Promises To Be A Very Strange Experiment – A New Trick For An Old Dog
How To Make Yourself At Home Within Ten Minutes Anywhere In The World
Life With My Family on “Normal Street,” U.S.A.
Posthumous Exhibit Of My Son’s (Randy Brown) Art
The Timely Conjunction of “Journey Of Souls” With A New Stage Of My Life
Finding Fabulous Friends In Santa Fe, New Mexico
I Lost My Way In Eldorado…….
Life Is Like A Doggie Bath!
March, 2015 – A Month Of Lost & Found!
I Have Run Six Marathons in Forty-Eight Days
An Explosive Writing Experience!
My Newest Book, “Millennial Springtime: Love In The Vast Lane”
My Mission Statement: “To Write Large Upon The World!” While Traveling Solo
Luxury Home In Santa Fe, N.M. Comes With a Yurt!
This Is A Long, Hard Marathon…. But, I’m Winning!
A Persecution Of Sunshine For A Rabbit Like Me!
Age Schmage…….Money Schmoney! An Excellent Philosophy!
An Introduction Video To My Future Traveling Life: “AROUND THE WORLD IN 80 YEARS!”
An Extreme Example Of Life In A Hostel Dormitory
A Good Description of A New Breed of Senior Travelers – Just Like Me!
My 78th Birthday is Here At Last!!!
Here I Go Again – Around The World For Four Years This Time!
Glorious Colorado In The Fall Brings Out School Field Trips
Patricia, The Greatest Hurricane Show That (N)Ever was! Or, Stalking The Elusive Not-Yeti In Central Mexico!
I Have, Essentially, Moved To Mexico!
My Answers To The BootsN’All Independent Travel Manifesto
My Top Five Travel Trips for New Travelers Before Starting A Trip
My Top Ten Values For Life – Part One
Elder Over-Achievers! My New Heroes!
My Top Ten Values For Life – Part Two
My Dream Journey And Practicing Travel Caution Without Paranoia
Managing Money While I Travel
What Can You NOT Travel Without?
Some Favorite Photos of Me On The Road, Solo, At Age Sixty-Seven
Friends in India & Egypt
What Small Things Do I Enjoy While Traveling?
I’m Organizing The First Chapter of Hearing Voices Network In Mexico
Secrets To My Around-The-World Traveling Life
At Home Or Abroad, Gringos Will Be Gringos
Mexico Will Soon Be In My Rear-View Mirror!
Belize Used To Be Called British Honduras But I Call It Beautiful!
Over And Under The Water In Ambergris Caye, Belize
You’d Better Belize It! Life In The Jungles Of Belize!
MEXICO – My Hostel In Tulum!
Cancun Can’t!
I’m Sleeping in The Queen’s Head While Her Majesty Turns 90!
“Moving Through Life @ Eighty Years Per Hour” or “I Need a Luggage Daddy….er, Caddy!”
I Blew Into The UK On Arctic Blast Winds! And Still, I’ve Traveled North To Edinburgh, Scotland
Lovely, Gracious London At The Best Time of The Year
Memories Of Bygone Days ….. Two Months Ago In Belize!
My Normal Life in London Town These Days
Was I On Another Planet… Or In London, England?
I’m Transitioning To Another Region of Europe – The Baltic States
Lots Of Rainbows Over London Today!
I Love Tallin, Estonia!
Glorious Estonia – Pagan Roots, Soaring Steeples And Soviet Museums!
Happy Hostel Life In Estonia….. And Worldwide!
What Do Dead Dogs & At-Risk Elephants Have To Do With Each Other?
“We’re Not In St. Pete Anymore, Toto!” We’re In Russia!
Traveling Into Russia Is Filled With Happy Discovery!
My Little Sister, Ann, Makes Me Proud For My 79th Birthday!
I Spent My Birthday With The Archangel Michael, Near The White Sea In Russia
A Funny Story About A New Dress Purchased The Night Before My Aeroflot Flight To Moscow….With Its Anti-Theft Device Still Firmly Attached!!!
Moscow & Me! I Like It Just As Well As I Did At Perestroika Time!
So Many New Moscow Friends…… But I Had To Travel On To Riga, Latvia
Where, Oh Where, Is The White Sea? Near The Arctic Circle….In Russia!
I’ve Been in Four Countries….. Five Cities, All In The Past Month!
After Europe, I’m in Israel For A Month
I Have A Big Family, So Our Jerusalem Thanksgiving Dinner Was Spaghetti Casserole Bake
Exploring Antiquity In Jerusalem This December!
My First Impressions Of Old Jerusalem
Make Friends! Not Art!
Leaving A Legacy Of Jitterbug In Tel Aviv, Israel
Back to Europe From The Holy Land. I’ve Landed in Barcelona, Spain!
I Will Be Reddit’s Solo Travel Site’s “Ask Me Anything!” Guest Interviewer On Sunday Afternoon, January 29!
My Exciting New Life In Casablanca, Morocco
No, I Have Not Died And Gone To Heaven! Just Zanzibar!
The Search For Meaning In Life Is Probably The Same All Over The World
Life In And Around Lake Victoria, Africa. I Have Achieved My Destination!
Christmas Day On An Island In Thailand
Bangkok, Here I Come! Money Stuff Notwithstanding!
Beautiful Bangkok Is A Peaceful and Varied Place
I Am Deep In The Lovely Land of Laos In South East Asia While My sweet Granddaughter, Molly, Turns 18!
Total Trust, Safety, And Honesty Is Here In Luang Prabang, Laos, Southeast Asia!
Fellow Americans! I’ve Discovered A Terrible Secret, Out Here On The RTW Trail! Help Me, Please!
How To Get To The Root Of Any Matter? Try Wordsmithing! Try Punning!
Open Letter To My Dearest Friend, Fawn Germer, And All Woman’s Leadership Groups Who Work Together to Change The World and Their Own Lives!
Wet Hens Unite! America’s Secret War In Laos!
America’s Birthday Drumroll Coming Up! Time To Clean House!
I’m Breaking Some Habits And Following Others In My Not Always Solo Around The World Trip
With Liberty and Justice For ALL! That’s What America Stands For!
Who Can Jitterbug? You’d Be In The Minority! I Can Teach You!
What Does It Do To The Body, Mind And Soul To Travel To New Places?
Happy Noisy Buddhist New Year In Laos Has Me Ready To Travel Again
Manila, Philippines, Is A Very Modern New Beginning Point
Discovering New Dimensions in Cebu City, Philippines
The Treasure of Health, Wealth, Wholeness And Friendship Is Here In The Philippines!
I’m On A Small Philippine Island Named Siquijor (Sigi-hor)
Living High In Lazi On Siquijor Island, Philippines
What Do George Cloony And I Have I Common?
What Does Traveling Backwards Feel Like?
Exploring The Hawaian Islands Is A Lot Like Traveling Around The World
Completing My 3rd RTW, I Already Am Making Plans For Creating An International Conference In Mexico Next April!
Golden Hours In Golden, Colorado!
Do You Know What An Expat Is? I’m Planning To Become One. Again!
Absolutely Freezing In Santa Fe, New Mexico!
Still Chilly In Beautiful Mexico…San Miguel de Allende!
Merry Christmas From San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
If You Love Bright Primary Colors, Come To Mexico!
Can I Settle Down In One City For A Long Time?
My Amazing Family Legacy Here In Mexico
Teaching About The Birds & The Bees In Southeast Asia
Dancing Towards The Future….Costa Rica!
Almost Launched Into My New Solo Travels I Attend The Phamaly Theater
An Excellent Travel Option Is Petsitting And Housesitting! Try It! You’ll Like It!
A Good Description Of The International Hosteling Life For Road Warriors!
Deep In A Costa Rican Petsit
High Class Fauna Luxury Hostal In San Jose, Costa Rica
My Mindbogglingly Beautiful Hostel In Costa Rica
So Many New Friends Here In San Jose, Costa Rica!
I’m in Medellin, Colombia, at the Garden of The Blues Hostel
There’s So Much Life, Color And Style In Medellin!
More From Medellin, Colombia
Learning More & More In Medellin, Thanks To A New Good Buddy!
Evidence That I Am Not Dead Yet!
Changing Horses In Mid-Stream!
Changing Times, Time Changes, And Preserving Perpetuity! My Spring Has Already Sprung!
The Penthouse In Beautiful Mexico! My New Home!
Existential Questions About Life, Love, And Travel
Let´s Count Our Blessings! At Least, Covid 19 Isn´t Spread By Black Flies!
Our Brave New World Is Waiting To Be Born! So Far, It´s a Quiet One!