What do you do in Santa Fe for all those weeks? Someone asked me that not too long ago, and I was astounded. Same with the comment "I didn't find more than a day or two's worth of things to do in Santa Fe --how can you stay a month?" Were they serious? I've been to Santa Fe maybe eight or nine . . .
Why do you travel so much? It's a question I hear often, because we are on the road constantly, always planning something new, whether it's hiking in Scotland, seeing the Northern Lights in Iceland or enjoying the beauty of Rome. Even a visit to our hometown is an exciting prospect. Why travel so . . .
Air travel delays are something we've learned to live with. Both of us traveled extensively for our jobs and there are very few air travel delay situations we haven't encountered. Of course, delays when traveling for pleasure are somewhat less stressful than when we absolutely, positively had to be . . .
Surprising, isn't it, how Albert Einstein was such a deep thinker on so many different subjects? Including religion and, it seems, conservation. I love his suggestion to "freeourselves" by being more inclusive in our compassion. Sometimes, it feels like there's too little compassion to go around, . . .
Budget travel is not just for the young. It's for anyone. And it doesn't have to be bare bones, either. The travel bug hit me hard in my 40s. I was single and still building a career and concerned about saving for retirement. Living in the expensive Bay area, there wasn't a lot of extra money. And . . .
What do you do when you're in an airport security line? I'm curious. This was the line at Gatwick for passport control and airport security getting into London. We were spending only one night in London, but had to go through the process. The huge line snaked around control barriers and took about . . .
One of my earliest childhood memories was pulling into a family friend's driveway at night, our car's headlights hitting the flat eyes of a dead buck suspended upside down from a tree. It was my father's kill. Later, my father hunted bear in Kodiak, Alaska. It was the pinnacle of manhood, he . . .
It would be a few laughs, that's what Famous Girlfriend and I envisioned for our fly-fishing adventure in Montana. We'd be Ethel and Lucy, we thought, ineptly casting, laughing hysterically, hooking each other and getting our lines tangled in our hair. We would be amused, we girly-girls of a . . .
It rained almost the entire time I was in Virginia Beach last month, giving me a moody view of Atlantic fog from my oceanside room. Living in a part of California where the sun shines just about every day and our sky is almost always blue, I enjoyed the change. Except for how wavy it made my . . .
I haven't laughed so hard in years! Texts and emails have been flying fast and furious this month. The question at hand: How to pack for Montana. Girlfriend and I are heading there for, well, an adventure. But probably not your definition of adventure. It's ours, though. Our adventure involves FLY . . .
