My 78th Birthday is Here At Last!!!

September 14, 2015 by · 1 Comment 

Marty took me to a Birthday Dinner at Harry's Road House

Marty took me to a Birthday Dinner at Harry’s Road House

A Persecution Of Sunshine For A Rabbit Like Me!

July 28, 2015 by · Leave a Comment 

Blogging suffers when I stay still and I vow to make great efforts in the future to improve my frequency and to add a post more than once a month, starting right now!  Perhaps you don’t realize that I have another website,, which does a little bit better, but which I also intend to speed up. My mid-year resolutions!

Just now, I’m suffering from too much light in my life and I can’t see very well, so tend not to write as much. These days, I simply  can’t escape from the relentless New Mexican summer sunshine because I’m still housesitting within this lovely, modern, window-filled, Santa Fe house. At the moment, I’m wearing polarized sunglasses inside and out; and wishing for a non-existent, darkened room to work and sleep in. A shady place to live in.

I’ve always been a bit light-sensitive and recent opthalmological appointments have now exaggerated that, making me long for the frequent rainy days that are hitting this State uncharacteristically this summer. I had cataract-removal surgery on my right eye ten days ago and will have the left eye done next month. In the process, I sought to learn the cause of my crossing left eye – Strabismus – with the hope that during the next operation, they could simply tighten up my loosened muscle.

However, an hour’s drive to Albuquerque to see a specialist revealed that I’m a strange duck indeed! Dr. Chan had never seen anything like me. There’s no common medical description and she intends to consult with a famous Boston specialist, her mentor, to see if anything is known about such eyes as mine. I should have expected this, as every eye doctor I have asked, at home or abroad, has simply shaken their head in puzzlement.

As best I can understand from Dr. Chan’s description: both of my eyes see 20/20 and the cataract-removal will improve even that. But, when I track my eyeballs to either side (you know, follow the Popsicle stick to the extreme in the eye test) then,  my eyeballs disappear into my skull farther than they ever should. I don’t think they should, at all, and don’t for most humans, but mine do. The left more than the right. This is, apparently, unheard of. In addition, these billiard balls of mine do a little twist as well. Weird!

I tend to see double, although my brain sorts it out pretty well and I can drive just fine. Though if I’m tired, I’ll wear an eye patch. However, that’s another reason that I’m ready to leave the United States again. One can’t survive without a car here; but I never need one in any of the countries I travel to. It’s time for me to stop driving, especially in a spot where the sunshine is so relentlessly penetrating. New Mexico is blessed with it all year-round and these short pinion pines are not very shady. Where, oh where, is a shady land with my name on it? Guess that’s to be the theme of my new world-embracing search!

I think the light-sensitivity might be temporary as I’m adjusting to the absence of my cataracts. Hope so! And, like I say, the sight is great out of one eye at a time, but not always together.  I catch myself squinting a lot. There are many cross-eyed people in the world. I wonder why this doesn’t fall into that category? Do they have surgeries to fix that? I didn’t ask. But, fortunately, I don’t look cross-eyed, or really any different than usual. Only me and my eye-doctor know for sure.

When I got home that day, I reported this surprising news to my neighbor, Barbara, who had a profound interpretation!

“Well, you must be a rabbit then! They can swivel their eyes to see behind so predators can’t sneak up on them!”

Well, there it is! That’s why I can skim along, alone, all over the world and nothing bad ever happens to me!

I think I’ll keep this unique skill after all!


This Is A Long, Hard Marathon…. But, I’m Winning!

June 22, 2015 by · Leave a Comment 

It’s been almost a month since I last posted a photo-blog on any subject and that’s a long time for me to be silent. But, the story in the previous post continues and I’ve been very busy scrubbing and polishing. At the same time, I’ve gained new devoted friends here in Santa Fe; have made some progress on designing my new Reality TV show; am continuing to work on my 4th book; and have been working overtime on an enormous amount of housework to whip this property into shape and get it sold.

Charley Davis, mentioned in the previous post, is responsible for the great success in this project. Within less than four weeks, we have reduced this family’s  unwanted possessions to almost nothing!!! Sorted and sold most of them … what they didn’t take to California… in a big two-day estate sale; and donated heaps of food, clothing and yard-sale leftovers to Salvation Army. We pulled in over $5000 for the homeowners.

Andy Ault, of Keller-Williams Real Estate in Santa Fe, has just put this most unusual home on the  market for $620.000, considered by locals to be an absolute steal for over three beautiful acres and 6000 square feet (some of that income-producing rental apartments), a three-car garage and a huge yurt for meetings or activities. We had our first showing two days after he put the sign out in front!  

Things have settled down immensely, as the family flew in Wednesday night, loaded the Budget Rental truck with their stuff on Thursday, and took off with the three dogs on Friday morning. They are now hoisting the heavy stuff up the three flights of stairs to their brand-new apartment.  Better them, than me; but they tell me their dogs are “lovin’ it!” The green park riverwalk is right across the street.  Meanwhile, I have only one self-sufficient cat to look after.

Catfish Willie, a big, loveable Manx

Catfish Willie, a big, loveable Manx

Much quieter!

Now, here are some pictures taken just today:

Extra meeting or activities and professional room.

Extra meeting or activities and professional room.





Patio, visible through kitchen window

Patio, visible through kitchen window

Former garage, turned studio, workroom family room, children's play area, extra office.

Former garage, turned studio, workroom, family room, children’s play area, extra office.


The house is loaded with real oak trim

The house is loaded with real oak trim

My Newest Book, “Millennial Springtime: Love In The Vast Lane”

March 31, 2015 by · Leave a Comment 

At last, my fourth book is in its final months of preparation and I look forward to having it in hand before this Spring, 2015, is over. That would be very appropriate, since my book’s title is the title of this blog posting: “Millennial Springtime: Love In The Vast Lane.”  Rather than merely a few months in our calendar year, this title refers to the first quarter of a thousand-year millennium, or a full 250 years.  We are now so early in that vast time period, that we don’t even think in those terms yet. I’m hoping to examine the brand-new, long-term cycle which we’ve entered without even noticing it.

As I described in my last post, I experienced the very productive Tom Bird’s Writer’s Retreat in Sedona, Arizona, last week, where some very personal material about my Spiritual Awakening in the form of Hearing Voices all came spilling out. This as a How It Feels To Go Crazy But Know You’re Not! kind of a revelation.  How can one qualify for a diagnosis of Schizophrenia in 1980…. and probably still today? Just confess that you hear Voices in your head! My Voices began in 1980 when my kids were in high school; and I didn’t want to let them down, so I managed to turn off the noisy brain chatter through the use of Sony Walkman tape players. All was quiet for fifteen years.

Then, they came back, speaking again in my head, in 1995, when I no longer had a family at home, and I stayed with them. I have learned a great deal through my happy conversations with the Upper Realm since then and have published the results in my second  book: “In Secret Diffusion: The Upper Realm Answers Questions About Earth” and through an ongoing website/blogsite where I solicit cosmic questions from the public. Then, interview The Holy Spirit for the answers.

My new book is a collection of many of these blog posts, written over a four-year period. The material I wrote in the Arizona Writing Retreat rounds it out by explaining how and why  My Voices began and the life story behind that. A lot of the material centers upon this Millennial Rollover period and why there were such public expectations about what it meant to mankind. Remember how concerned everyone was, back then, in the decades before the year 2000? Some religions claimed the end of the world and some scientists worried that the lights would go out because of the Y2k bug.

And then, nothing happened!  Apparently, anyway.

So, nobody talks about it any more. At all! Like a highly-anticipated party that nobody attended, after all. Well, my new book does talk about it and I make some highly original statements and conduct some very pertinent interviews with The Holy Spirit on the subject of this New Millennium and what it means to mankind. And the new things that are possible because of it.

One of which is that many people, all over the world, are hearing Voices and are organizing themselves to compare notes. There is a Hearing Voices Network, which I just learned about and intend to join. More about that soon. As I explain in this new book, God is now freely trying to initiate this conversational exchange with humankind. It’s not easy to break through to us. We become afraid. We get lost in the negative band that circles this planet and think that we’re going crazy. We don’t realize that God will literally “answer” our prayers and we are not sure whether we should talk to Whoever that is, in there, calling us by name. So much confusion these days. The medical profession doesn’t help in this instance. I believe that this is a new minority emerging from the closet and I hope to help all I can. This book shall address these issues.

The Vast Lane awaits when your inner hearing channels open up!

So, please hold your breath and wait just a little longer and Millennial Springtime  will be yours for the ordering!

An Explosive Writing Experience!

March 27, 2015 by · 1 Comment 

Calling all authors….Present or Future! If you have a book in you, crying to get out, then you need to give Tom Bird’s Writing and Publishing Techniques a try!

It’s almost Other-Worldly, in that your Left Brain is told to take a hike, while your poor, neglected creative genius of a Right Brain is finally given freedom to have a field day, expressing what is really in your heart. And what you write under the luxurious conditions of a Writer’s Retreat will really surprise you! Guaranteed!

No, this is not chemically-induced! You can replicate these writing conditions at home, once you learn how. There’s deep breathing in the right position; there’s music with benevolent subliminal suggestion, and there is permission to let your flying fingers on keyboard or unlined paper, run free and easy without judgement or caution of your dictatorial Left Brain.

While you’re “In the Zone” you hardly know what this epistle is turning out to be. You can write for hours at a time. Later, you’ll read and outline what your Author Within decided to tell the world. It may not be, at all, what you expected. In fact, it’s better to go into this with no expectations, at all, as to what topic to write about.

This past weekend, March 19-22, I met with about forty brave souls, in person, and a batch of other writers,  located all over the world, attending remotely, the Tom Bird Writer’s Retreat in Sedona, Arizona. Many of these  remote attendees worked throughout their own nights, since they were on the opposite side of the globe. Now, that takes real desire to become a published author!

I had attended a sample presentation in Santa Fe, New Mexico, this January. Since I’d then been poking along on writing my fourth book for a whole year, I was particularly intrigued by Tom’s claim that I could “Write a book in a weekend!” What? My three other books didn’t come out that quickly! Is this the “fast food” of the publishing industry?

What kind of valuable work could emerge from my poor brain at the speed of light? Don’t our tomes need to be mulled and researched and worried to death (ie: left-brained) in order to qualify for consideration in the world’s Opinion Market? In a word…. No! Throughout history, literary geniuses have flash-written their best works. Those poured out as fast as the pen could fly. Wouldn’t I like that to happen to me, too? In a word….. Yes!

And it did! Tom’s method is a combination of Brain Science and Divination, honed over three decades of helping authors get off the pot and into publication. He is a Seer and makes no bones about that. But, as a Professor of the Craft of Writing, he lets his students discover their own truths by giving them the right conditions and the correct small and personal questions to get the floodgates open. Then, he circulates among us as we scribble words coming through our fingertips. He must be studying our aura or our energy intensity fingerprint, but he seems to know a good deal about what is going on inside. He softly drops occasional comments pertinent to what we happen to be writing.

The book that wanted me to write it wasn’t the one I wished to see upon my plate. I had hoped to be surprised by a stunning piece of fiction, pouring its irresistible story upon the page. But, the matter flowing from my fingers would require me to tell a secret that I didn’t want to reveal. Tears flowed and I struggled.

My writing output slowed. Every fifteen minutes, an alarm goes off and we must count our word output. This Left Brain crumb, apparently, keeps it happy. In the January Santa Fe Workshop, my writing speed was very fast. Now, with my secret grabbing the mental doorjamb, my words were slow and agonized. Tom noticed this and gave encouragement: “This is the most important book you will ever write!”

I know it was, because it was about my Inner Voices; telling how They started and the life difficulties that
They caused. The secret had to do with Something that I’d been told by the first Big, Loud, Inner Voice I’d ever heard. I had never told anyone about it and never intended to. Now, it was pushing to get out! It did get out, with the help of a consultation with a Counsellor standing by.

But, you’ll have to read my resulting book to learn just what it was and why I wouldn’t talk about it!

By the way, we all went home with a completed manuscript… nowhere near ready to publish. There’s a great deal of work to do under the guidance of Tom and his staff. But, the skeleton is complete and each book is fresh and inspired. And for those of us accepted into his Publishing House, we will not be struggling alone.

I Have Run Six Marathons in Forty-Eight Days

March 25, 2015 by · Leave a Comment 

Instead of the classical definition of a Marathon….sweaty bodies, running uphill for 26 miles….. let’s consider a type of hard slogging, unusual effort made by the less athletic members of society. This Hidden Marathon consists of dogmatic, muscular, pain and suffering which can last a few hours or a few weeks. It might be self-imposed and very beneficial; or more likely, it will be totally unexpected, and will benefit someone else. All you can do, in either case, is to hang on and continue with the very best that you can give it, until something comes to a conclusion. This kind of Marathon does resolve fairly quickly.

But, six Marathons in six weeks and a few days? That’s a stretch for even me, who is used to running at full tilt. Here’s the rundown:

1. On February 6th, I moved into my friends’ house in Santa Fe, to housesit three months for their large and beautiful house, three dogs, 1 Manx cat, and 93-year-old Granny Marian. All were in apparently fairly good health, though some needed meds and lots of attention. But, the first two weeks of any house/pet-sit present a steep learning curve, so I was too busy to notice that it was a Marathon. Tiring, but doable.

2. Marian had a fall and hurt her back; then another, a week later. It was a very busy week tending to her and walking the dogs along what I later learned was an expanded route along these lovely dirt roads. Once a dog knows your schedule, they won’t let you change it. Four walks a day suddenly became the norm! That was a six-day Marathon.

3. Marian called 911 for herself, though I didn’t think she needed emergency care. I guess she did, as she was in the hospital over the weekend and then, came home on Monday and died in her sleep Tuesday night. Another six-day hard run.

4. The house was full of family and law enforcement all day Wednesday when I discovered that she had passed away. Her son and daughter-in-law live half-an-hour away and they came quickly, as did other family members. Sheriffs and medical examiners investigated her unattended death. Her body was donated to science at the University of New Mexico, so there was no funeral or memorial service. Two days later, my friends returned from California to take care of all the official business, to give away furniture and possessions, and to initiate repairs and renovations prior to putting this house on the market, now that they are no longer necessary to her care. I loved having them here but it was a very busy time and counts as another Marathon.

5. Now this next one was fun and very valuable to me: the only Marathon that I had planned to run, long before I even knew that I’d be housesitting. It was the Tom Bird Writer’s Retreat in Sedona, Arizona, a virtual bootcamp of intensive writing and instruction for eight hours a day over a four-day weekend. Family members filled in at the house while I was away. My Marathon included two six-hour hard drives to and fro.

6. This most recent Marathon started when I returned home at 10 p.m. Sunday after a long, hard drive back from Arizona. My daughter’s family, from Golden, Colorado, were due to spend two nights with me on their way to a Spring Break holiday in Tucson, Arizona. They pulled in at midnight and I had a joyful reunion with Jennifer and Kevin and my teenaged grandchildren, Riley and Molly. We visited till the wee hours and finally turned in very late. But, here’s the story of how that period became another Marathon, simply because of a dog’s torn dewclaw:


The Astrologers have sure been right about 2015 being a time of great changes, endings and beginnings. This was wildly true to March’s Marathon tendencies this year. I heard another starting gun at midnight Sunday night. After my tiring drive home from an already exhausting Writer’s Conference, I discovered that Venti, the big Boxer/Sharpei mix dog, had injured her leg during my weekend away and was now licking it compulsively. The dewclaw is the little vestigial thumb that dogs have on their inside ankle and hers had ripped half off and was now protruding painfully. Imagine your own thumbnail torn half off, causing excruciating pain with its every flopping movement.

My family arriving at midnight were very sympathetic, but what could we do to help so late at night? The next morning, Venti was not doing well and continued to lick and nibble at the injured area, so I called her owner, Jo, who advised bandaging it so she wouldn’t harm it further. Daughter, Jennifer, wrapped the ankle with  rubber gauze and adhesive tape; and thinking the matter solved, we all went off to Santa Fe for sightseeing and errands.

Though the Writer’s Conference had been exhausting, I looked forward to getting back to work on my newest book manuscript as I am now accepted into an exclusive training program. Tom Bird will use our group to perfect a future writing course worth thousands and we get to study free, though the material will be demanding. So, I planned to rest a bit and pick up my pen tomorrow morning when my loved ones continued their vacation.

But, with the Dewclaw Drumbeat swirling around my head, I haven’t even been online to find out if I’ve already missed an assignment. I hope and pray that we’ve all been given the opportunity to breathe for a moment after returning home. I guess I’m “hanging on by a toenail” until I can get back on my computer to find out.

However, upon returning home from a touristy afternoon, we discovered that Venti’s paw was worse. She could hardly put any weight on it and the fault lay in that bandage we’d applied. She had worried the injured toe out from under the gauze but her foot had swollen. The tape was too thick to cut through and we backed off with this gentle giant’s warning growl. I had been badly bitten on my last dogsitting assignment and didn’t want the same to happen to me or mine. So, Venti would have to make it through the night, though we called California and agreed upon a trip to the vet’s in the morning.

My little family delayed their departure to help me get this sixty-eight pound, vet-phobic, gunshy patient to the veterinary office. It took all five of us all morning to achieve that task. I truly could not have managed it on my own. The four of them have chronic, serious problems in getting out the door for any activity; so getting ready for a normal takeoff was exacerbated by our multi-pet indulgence and sympathy. By the time we got her into  the car, Venti’s tranquilizers were wearing off and, by now, she was really hobbling on that strangulated foot.

Venti and admirers

Venti and admirers


The vet hardly paid attention to the dewclaw. It would heal itself! However, the bandage did require emergency attention. That rubbery gauze was now acting like a rubber band. Hopefully, she would regain full use of her foot. He sounded quite serious. There was one saving grace, in that her routine shots were due today just in their normal rotation, so he was glad I had brought her in. I would never attempted manhandling this nervous Nellie by myself, simply for shots.

Venti has Dewclaw PTSD, quite obviously. She had hurt that toe before, in a most spectacular way! A few years ago, George was bathing her in their fancy bathtub, when that nail got in the tub’s jacuzzi jet. Her struggles to free herself resulted in a sudden jet stream of water, shooting upwards towards the ceiling! Now, this is a very jumpy, old-lady pooch! She panics at a sudden sound, even under normal conditions. Any quick movement has her scurrying from the room in fear. Imagine being bathed in a glass-enclosed tub when the geyser grabs her toe and then shoots her with a stinging stream of water!

Well, it probably all came crashing down in memory when that same appendage erupted in such agony this weekend. And, you can’t run away from your own foot, now can you? All you can do is lick and lick and try to bite it off! Let’s hope that she gets to keep her foot after all that well-meaning human intervention.

Oh, and get this! In my haste to help her out of the car back at home, the driver’s door slammed shut, locking both my keys and the dog in the hot car. If there hadn’t been a spare car key in the house, I’d be engaged in Marathon # 7 by this time, trying to get the poor baby outathere!

I sure hope the Astrologists foresee a calm and boring April!

I Lost My Way In Eldorado…….

February 10, 2015 by · Leave a Comment 


Whenever I take on a new housesitting position, there’s a fairly steep learning curve to master all at once. About a week ago, my dear friends and fellow part-time expats to Montevideo, Uruguay, learned that they needed to spend three months in Sacramento, California, for work. Luckily, I was available (and experienced at house and pet-sitting) to shift over here from my Santa Fe apartment. Friday, we moved my suitcases in and continued my crash course in all the details of their large home, four pets, and mother-in-law, Marion, 93. It was a more complete briefing than I usually get; with introductions to standing-by friends; and plenty of written instructions.IMG_6364

This included drives to the tiny downtown center of Eldorado, bedroom community to Santa Fe, and introductions to the pet shop owners and others whom I might well be dealing with.  Also, the fifteen-minute haul along I-25 to Santa Fe’s three exits. This is pinion pine country, with low, rolling hills and adobe architecture; lovely and quite anonymous as to outstanding features. The sun in its blue sky is scintillating, to say the least. One must wear hat and sunglasses to mitigate the glare. Heck, I even wear that in this east-facing kitchen to prepare breakfast, as my eyes were raised in cloudy Florida

Okay, all this is stage-setting for my hilarious opportunity to have a learning curve at the expense of my charges. I’d been on my own all weekend and things went very well. Sure, I kept locking myself out of the house; but I knew where the hidden key was. Sure, the three dogs were trying to teach the newbie that they were owed all sorts of treats for every single pee break. That’s called “Pay To Pee,” in my book. But, Monday arrived uneventfully and I had errands to run in town right after lunch.

I managed well in Jo’s unfamiliar car and got headed in the right direction on the main highway; then noticed that the hood was wobbling in the wind. Uh-oh! I probably should have pulled over, but didn’t until my first scheduled stop at Walmart. Yep, It wasn’t seated tightly till I pushed it shut. Whew! My luck held  navigating to every destination on my list. Previously, I’d only walked a few of the central streets. Santa Fe, “The City Different,” is bigger than it looks and, as I may have said in an earlier blog, is reputed to have been designed by a drunk, riding a donkey….backwards.IMG_6367

It’s the oldest city in America (maybe in competition with St. Augustine?) and the streets were once footpaths, winding around folk’s cabins and barns. Plus, I’ve yet to see a very exact map to get things fixed in my memory. Nonetheless, I clipped along to P.O. and grocery, and finally, to my apartment for another load of possessions. It was rush hour when I headed to the highway in the late afternoon slanting sun. IMG_6371

Wow, those road signs are hard to read against the light. Consequently, I added eight miles to my drive by heading towards Albuquerque, the wrong direction. Finally, turned around, I found the exit for Eldorado and then realized that I had no mortal idea of how to find the house! I’d been a passenger for several arrivals; I knew the street address, but was bereft of that small detail. No problemo! I’ll ask at the corner gas station. Drew a blank with the young fellow manning the place, though he did confirm I’d found the town.

Soon, I was in the upscale Agora Shopping Center, with still no clue of where my dirt road to the house was. No problemo! I see a flag-strewn building nearby. I need a policeman right about now. Oh, a Fire Station? Good! I need a Rescue, right about now …. the pets need feeding at 5 and Marion will surely be worried. These guys will steer me right! What? They’re closed? Do they only open in the event of a fire? Oh no! It was 5:05 p.m., on a weekday. Just past closing time!







 On to Plan B! The very modern Agora Supermarket and its manager, Joel Lino, my savior! He not only took time to find maps, look up names in phone books to confirm my memory of the address, BUT, he arranged to leave the store for a few minutes, get in his car and LEAD ME THERE!!! Just before darkness fell. That would have really cooked my goose as night falls like a velvet curtain in New Mexico! Give this guy a medal for a rescue!

While we were bumping into dead ends, before he figured out the street, I did consider one desperate measure: IMG_6377

There was this sign in the liquor department. Luckily, I didn’t have to resort to shoplifting, just to get somebody to tell me where home is! Praise be to Joel, who was willing to go way out of his way for a lost stranger! Not only for me, but one Manx Cat, three hungry dogs, and one worried mother-in-law, about to call her daughter and son-in-law in California to come find me.


Finding Fabulous Friends In Santa Fe, New Mexico

January 14, 2015 by · 1 Comment 

It’s frigid and snowing in Santa Fe right now, but the atmosphere is really warming up. I’ve now been here for six weeks and am finding wonderful new friends, especially since the first of January.  My exploration of the surroundings – places to walk, the bus route, new shops and cafes – has pretty much stopped because of the windy weather here at 7000 feet in altitude. But that has been mighty good for my writing and for tackling all of the new computer goals I’ve set out for myself. This time last year, I was living as an expat in balmy Montevideo, Uruguay, during the South American summertime. Now, here I am back in The States and slushing about in the snow. But, there are compensations.  IMG_6325

The cute little apartment I’m renting from the Santa Fe Opera Company through March is very quiet and private and I never even see the few neighbors living here during this off-season. But, everything that they say about Santa Fe and its spiritual vibes is absolutely true. There is a different atmosphere in the air and it lives up to its description as “The City Different.” This I know, even before attending the first concert or cultural event for which Santa Fe is so deservedly famous. I will start attending such as these when the season starts, but also when the days become longer. Right now, dark still falls pretty close to 5:00 p.m. and I don’t do any night stuff yet.

But, all of a sudden, I love Tuesdays and Sundays! Suddenly, I’m a member of the long-standing Tuesday Lunch Car Table at the Santa Fe Bar & Grill, thanks to my dear friend, Fred Gamble, whom I used to date at the University of Florida. One never falls off of his Christmas Letter list, even if he has to phone your daughter to learn your current address. Fred recently wrote that I should look up Denise McCluggage, The First Lady of Racing, here in town. In the 1960’s, he and Denise were fellow international sports car racers, driving at Sebring, Le Mans, and all the famous world venues.

I did get in touch with Denise, who invited me to become a member of the Car Table, a meetup of mostly men who are fascinated with cars in any aspect. When I explained that I didn’t even have a car, that made no difference, whatsoever; and so I jumped in and found myself warmly and immediately included in their next meetup group. Denise is recovering from surgery and hasn’t been there for awhile, but just her sponsorship is proving that “It isn’t what you  know; it’s who you know!”

Denise's 88th Birthday Party at SF Bar & Grill

Denise’s 88th Birthday Party at SF Bar & Grill

And each week, as I take whatever seat is available when I arrive, I get to become good buddies with a whole table-full of really interesting guys. Not only are they car buffs, dropping names like Maserati, Ferrari and Rolls Royce, but they’re movers and shakers of the world too. Wow! Only in Santa Fe! Maybe Aspen!

Me & the First Lady of Sports Car Racing, Denise McCluggage

Me & the First Lady of Sports Car Racing, Denise McCluggage

So, that’s my Tuesday schedule now! Here’s Sunday’s: I picked up a brochure at the Santa Fe Baking Company for Sharon Cheney, Psychic Medium,  ( because I recognized her name from the Knowledge Newsletter which I already get on the internet. When I gave her a call saying that I would like to meet the metaphysical community here, she suggested that I attend the Sunday gathering of  The Celebration, a loosely-defined community which has been meeting together for twenty-four years. So, I took a taxi last Sunday; was bowled over by the energy and friendship that I felt there; then took Sharon to lunch so we could get better acquainted. It’s not a church but it is a worship service, run by the members, who take turns speaking. I’m already on the schedule for early April. It’s called The Celebration and features singalong music,  candle-lighting and really happy, spiritual people. They rent space from the National Education Association for the meetings. A very happy new family that I’m happy to now be a part of.






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My New Book Shows Great Promise
This Only Happens Once In a Lifetime!
Life Overlaps, So I Might Go Sailing!
My Macabi Skirt
A Page From My Book – Albania
It’s All So Easy To Travel Around The World On Social Security
The Albania Story – Continued
I’m Easing Myself Toward My Next Plan For Travel
Because, Always Because!
Next Trip, Coming Up!
Back In The Saddle Again For A Few Weeks
Did I Just Get “Bait & Switched?”
My Days Are Numbered And I’m Nervous
Shall I Perform Chiropractic On The South American Continent?
Appreciating The Layers of My Life
Living In The “How-To” Frame of Mind
My Plane Ticket Is In Hand And My Hostel Is Reserved
Luckiness In The Crunch Time
Walking The Beach In Mid-December
A Lovely Hour On The Radio
The Pajaro Has Landed
Now I Know Why I Travel Alone!
Ahhh, The Lizard Is Stirring…
And On To Medellin, Colombia
Ohhhh, How I Love Medellin, (Maida-yeen)!
A Nice Day Around The Hostel
The Ghost of Juan Valdez
More Ghost Stories – A Bermuda Dungeon Prisoner Leftover
Raise Your Hands If You Think Colombia Is One Big Cube Of Cocaine
“Juan Valdez” Gives Up The Ghost!
Wrapping Up Medellin & Opening Up Taganga
BARFUS, The Bad Humor Man!
Casa de Filipe in Taganga, Colombia
Leaving In The Morning For Tayrona National Park
We Are Under Attack And I`m trying to remain Philosophical
I Fled At The First Arrow And Landed In Cartagena. Am I Glad!
Here I go Again, Heading to Quito, Ecuador Tomorrow
Cartagena, Colombia Is a Lovely Place
Am Coping With Quito
A Soggy Thing Happened On The Way To The Middle Of The World
I Discover Some InterGalactic Friends At The Middle Of The World
News Flash: Read the bestseller, The Shack, by Wm. Paul Young!
How I Climbed Cotopaxi Volcano in Ecuador
My “Fitty-Dollah-A-Day” Sense of Entitlement
Final Impressions On The Book – The Shack! Excellent!
Checking In From Cuenca, Ecuador
The Indigenous Women Of Cuenca, Ecuador
Mardi Gras Has Begun – Two Weeks Early
The Spinal Column Of The Planet?
Warning: This Is A Low-Blood-Sugar Blog!
Stella´s Definitely Got Her Groove Back!
A Land-Borne Space Ship
Now I Know How Darwin Felt! The Secret Of The Evolution of Baby Villages!
The Fine, Fragile, Beginning Bonds of Community
Scrips & Scraps From a Beach Bum Gal
O Ye of Little Finance!
The Family of Fishrombrownbanner Forms For a Day
I Am A Paragliding Initiate Now
Taking A Luxury Bus From Lima To Paracas, Peru
Back On Top Of The Backbone
Peru Is The New Himalayas
My First Traditional Peruvian Ayahuasca Ceremony
“The Secret Of Reality” – My Ayahuasca Vision
“The Secret Of Reality – Part II” My First Ayahuasca Vision
I Got To Bed at 6 a.m. This Morning
When In Doubt, Go to Peru
Swimming With Pirañas/Sleeping With Tarantulas
Here´s A Good Somerset Maugham Quote For Travelers:
Wow! This Seventh Wonder of the World is Really Worth The Effort To See!
He Begged To Shine My Tennis Shoes
So Many Words Unblogged – You´ll Just Have To Read My Next Book
Surprise! I´m In Buenos Aires, Argentina!
A Gustatory Delight, Argentina is N.O.T!!!
Score One More For The Old Maxim: “What You Dread Seldom Comes True!”
Six Days At The End Of The World
Squeezing In One More Country
I’ve Dodged All The Bullets – But Am Feeling Mushy-Minded At The Moment
Normal Is Nice
A “Field of Dreams” Proof of Life After Death
An Analogy To Prepare You For Another Woo-Woo Story
The Thick Plottens!
Slurping Up Words, Any Words
Who Are The Energy Bandits?
A Common Form of Vampirism – Energy Banditry And My Own Examples Of It
At Last: The Name of The Book About Psychic Vampires
In The Future????
One More Journal Tidbit On The Economy Crash
I Took Part In An Ancient Andean Despacho Ceremony
Confessions of a Junkie
A New Book Is Aborning
Sharing An Email Written To A Friend I Met In A Hostel In Medellin, Colombia
Open Letter To Snorers: Please Don’t Stay In Hostel Dormatories
Life Is A Jillion Million Photo Ops
Life As A Photo Op – Continued
How Do We Add Up – Ultimately?
We, Americans Terrorize Too!
Sleeping Dogs Are Lying! Let ‘Em!
Loose, Fast, Sloppy Thinking
This Little Old Bride Got Big
Come And Walk With Me This Lovely Road To Death
To My Family: Instructions In Case I Should Become Incapacitated
Coming Out Of The Closet Now: I Talk To The Holy Spirit!
Conversations About Death
This Will Shock A Lot Of Folks!
As An Arriving Earth Settler, You Wore Diapers!
If Our Earth’s Society Was a Human Being, How Old Would We Be?
Next Time A Giant Tries To Grab You, Try Seeing Its True Motive
InterGalactic Friendship Is A Rare And Precious Gift
An InterGalactic Friend Who Got Away
Romanian Trains And InterGalactic Friends
Reincarnation Is One Way To Achieve A New Life In A New Location
Coming Back To Earth
To See or Not To See…That Is The Question
Hats Off To A Fantastic Writer And Long-Lost Friend
One Day, In Utter Poverty, Came This Vision
I Am Preparing To Be Wowed by Elizabeth Gilbert, Author of Eat, Pray, Love
I’m A True Fan of a Rock Star Author
The Next Time You See Somebody’s Portrait, Consider This
The Frantic Race of Humanity Mankind – Part I
The Frantic Race of Humanity Mankind – Part II
The Sad, Ongoing Story of Humanity Mankind – Part III
Humanity Mankind Is Running…Out of Options – Part IV
When The Rubber Stops Meeting The Road For Humanity Mankind, Part V
When In Freefall, Follow The Instructions, Oh, Humanity Manklutz – Part VI
Humanity Mankind Comes Of Age – Part VII
Newly November And All Is Well (And Woo-Woo Wins!)
Quick! What’s The Opposite of Writer’s Block?
Can One Converse With Inanimate Objects?
Talking To Stuffed Animals???
My Conversation With A Lynx
Chatting With Two Dead Co-Workers
Creationism vs Evolution???
I Am The Child of Cimba
The Ones That Got Away: Fish Or Cut Bait
Is Life A Boot Camp Or A School?
Life As A Boardwalk Carnival
Or, Maybe This Will Happen…
Which Chakra Are You Working Out Of?
Good Lord! It’s Possible That You Are All Human, After All!
Do Animals Pray?
Is It Okay To Eat Meat?
The First Decade Of The New Millennium Has Gone By – What’s Next?
Yo, Atheists And Agnostics! Feeling A Little Seasonally Under-Appreciated?
My Book Is Becoming A Being Of Its Own – It’s Nitty Gritty Time
No Need For Any Florida Envy This Winter
Having A New Book In Your Life Is Like Having A Newborn Around
Those Blind Men And That Elephant…Must We Perpetuate The Habit?
How To Meet A Man On A Romanian Train
It’s Best Not To Dance On Trains – For Whatever Reason – Exotic Or Otherwise
Closet-Clairaudient Unveiling
The First Three Letters of The Word Funeral Are “Fun”
Life’s Changes Happen Suddenly
What Did I Finally Wind Up Saying In Revealing My Private Life?
Life Rocks…And So Do These Books!
Finding Fellow Travelers From My Hammock
Creator, Creator, Creator! Create! Evidence of A Praying Bird?
A Quote From My New Book – “Two Possible Questions Behind Creation”
An Upper Realm Opinion About Big Business And Corporations
Do Animals Pray?
I’m Dabbling Happily In Other People’s Lives
What Is The Secret Behind Your Dreams?
What Are The Psychological Obstructions To Traveling Freely?
Have You Ever Been To Lilliput?
Our Planet Is Wounded. Or Is She Fighting Back? Something Has Burst On Her Surface.
The Day The Earth Farted, The World Stood Still! or Deepwater Is In Deep Doo-Doo!
Okay! I’m Tired Of Being A Linear Person, Already!
Another Exciting Travel Prospect Looms – To Another Dimension!
Now I Am A Published Author…Times Two!
Big, Beautiful Boxes Of Books!
Chiropractic Treatments From Way Off In The Pacific Ocean – On My Florida Body
My Un-Button-Downable Mind
A Bag Full Of Un-Cut Diamonds Hidden In My Suitcase
Holiday Weekends Give Birth To Books
Is It Okay To Be Judgmental?
The Holy Spirit On The Subject of Hoarding
I Love To Cook My Books!
The Holy Spirit’s Take On Gambling
Does The Presence of a Soul Within The Brain Provide an “Energy” That is Vital to the Human?
Yesterday I Was Attacked By A Terriorist!
We All Have a Date With The Global Mind – Next Week!
Did You Keep Our Date With The Cosmic Brain?
A Twelve-year-old’s Take on World Chaos
What Does The Term, “Spiritualized” Really Mean?
Why Is It Essential for Us To Live In A Heavy-Matter Realm, Such As Earth Is?
I’m Going To Venture a Prediction – Virtual Coloring Books!
Is There Such A Thing as a Non-Physical Existence?
Is Earth A Great Big Space Experiment?
Are Psychic Talents Alien To Planet Earth?
Prayer Feels This Way From The Other Side
Please Help Me Write My Movie Script
Can Humans With Very Different Backgrounds Get Along?
What Are The Reasons That A Soul Reincarnates?
Are Human Lives Scripted?
My Third Book is About to Go Out of Print – Here’s It’s Intro
Yesterday’s Quotes Are Pertinent For Today and Tomorrow, Ad Infinitum
How About The Spiritual Destinies of People Born in Wealthy Circumstances?
Advice Sliding On Down To The Next Generation
Continued: Advice From The Old Guard
Do Pets Reincarnate And Do They Choose Their Owners?
Two Months Ago, My Son Died…
What Is The Difference Between Dreams and Out-of-Body Experiences?
From “50 Things One Should Know How To Do By Age 50”
Life Is Like The Tossing of Grains of Sand
I’m Heading Back Out Around The World…For A Year
Dancing With Thirteen World-Class Grandmothers In Brazil
This May Be All That The World Really Needs
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!