Saturday, March 13, 2021


 I came across an article in Travel + Leisure that talked about sending postcards - whether you were traveling or not.

About a year and a half ago, one of my close friends at my travel job (we had been there the whole 13 years together) decided to leave to take on the job of stay at home mom. I struggled to think about what I could do to mark our time spent together but what token would do that?

Inspiration struck, and I went online and bought a stack of postcards. I took half of them, stamped them, and put my address on them to give to my friend.  I kept the other half for myself so that we would have a way to continue our little "chats" that we would have at the office or the notes that we would leave for each other.

Little did I know that the Pandemic would strike 3 months later and this would be a blessing for communication. I also like the postcard idea because it is just a little note and it doesn't need to be for any occasion.

I purchased London postcards, like the one pictured, because we had spent some fun times at World Travel Market when she was living in Ireland. I have tons of postcards that were purchased but never sent during travels because of the hassle of trying to figure out how to purchase stamps and then how to send them. Also, due to the accessibility of internet via cell phones, you are always in communication with someone. I no longer had to find internet cafes (Australia, 1999) or use the business center in the hotel (Turkey, 2009). Actually, Turkey was probably the last time I sent a lot of postcards, including one to myself!

Do you send postcards when you travel? Or are you like me and have the best intentions, but never send? ;-)

I think I need to get on a plane

Fair warning that there is nothing specifically travel related or useful in this post. Still bored enough to read on? Have at it then ;-)

I just woke up from a travel dream (Ok...nightmare) that combined all of the travel missteps into one swirling mess. This is probably because I have been stressing about emailing the lodge in Belize for the 100th time about changing the dates of our stay...each time thinking that it is going to be the final one. 

It starts when getting off the plane. The seats are so close together that I can barely squeeze through and instead of waiting for people to get off in order, it's everyone for themselves. I keep hitting the people still seated with my backpack even though I am trying not to. The seats themselves are red patterned and that fuzzy fabric you find on buses.

I make it out into the terminal and it is the generic look of metal, sunlight and plants. Somehow, I had collected more items in getting off the plane. I was desperately stuffing them into my checked bag which then disappeared. However, I ended up with even move stuff which I stuffed into my backpack, which now resembled a large duffle bag that was the size of my body.

At some point, I realized that I was in terminal B and needed to get to terminal C, but the initial wave of passengers had disappeared along with all the taxis. There was 1 taxi still parked there, but the driver was asleep on a bench.  I didn't want to wake him up so I sat there with all of my stuff fretting about I was going to get to the next terminal.  Did I have time to walk?  As I was looking around, someone was looking at my ridiculous pile stuff in the middle of the floor and I accused a woman in turquoise and yellow, with her child, of stealing. She had the steely calm to deny it and move on.

Someone clearing trash woke the taxi driver up, but he looked really sleepy, and I decided that it wouldn't be a good idea to have him drive me even though his taxi was parked right there.  I set about trying to walk to the terminal with my stuff in tow, which was ever multiplying.  It now included:

*My original, now gigantic, backpack

*Two plastic display cases, approximately 2 x 2 feet. Never figured out what the models were of inside them.

*A hand truck with 20 bags of sugar. Or flour. I think it changed. That was the most annoying because this, and the display cases, somehow related to whatever job I had.

*Another heavy, awkward object that I have forgotten what it is. I'm think something like a small engine?

*A large, assembled, Lego set...because why not at this point?

I made it as far as a restaurant that had picnic tables for seating. A group of girls from Germany started pointing and laughing at me. I was annoyed...but really, I think they were justified in laughing at me.

There was some other general airport scenes that played out during the dream. I think I made it to the wrong gate and that's when I started to wake up.

Needless to say, I woke up annoyed. 

It's going to be strange when I finally get back on a plane again. Hope I don't forget my Lego set.

Thursday, February 11, 2021

This post is for the birds

So, I have become more active with birding and identifying birds during the past year during the pandemic, but it's been recently to look back on now birding adventures and see where birds fit in.
In my memories from 9 years ago, a picture of me holding a falcon in Dubai at a desert experience outside of the city popped up. Additionally, I came across images and a story from a Saudi Prince who booked 80 seats on a commercial flight for his falcons. Did you know that they all have to have passports?!

And, if you are like me and wondered why falconry is so important in the UAE, take a look at this article.

As for me, I'm just excited for this weekend's Great Backyard Bird Count to help round out some Northeast US winter weather quarantine.

Tuesday, February 2, 2021

Faroe Islands


Something I hate in the US because no one really knows how to drive in them. Though...I did get used to them driving in Iceland.

Faroe Islands.

Something no one really knows where they are. 😆

So here is a post about an underwater, roundabout in the Faroe Islands because it is simply that beautiful.

Faroe Island Roundabout

And, if you look at the links to the other article recommended at the bottom of the post about roundabouts on the BBC you will not be disappointed.....hashtag man living in a roundabout

Monday, February 1, 2021


Hello, can you hear me?
I'm in Pennsylvania dreaming about who we used to be
When we were younger and free
I've forgotten how it felt before the world fell at our feet

Hello from the other side.

...well, not quite the other side yet, but that Adele song is so appropriate.

I have been heartbroken. I lost my travel job back in March 2020. After over 13 passion filled years in the industry, and seeing what my peers in tourism are going through has me gutted beyond belief. Even though I am happy in my new career, there is still a little nagging twinge knowing that I am not returning to the industry. 

My resolve to go back through and finally post all of my past adventures while having the opportunity to not be distracted by an upcoming trip didn't happen. 

That being said, I'm finding ways for new adventures, local excursions and still travel thievin' on a much smaller scale. I've always been an advocate for people to get out and travel or explore on any scale and now it's time to practice what I preach - We don't all have to be nuts and spend less than a week in a country on the other side of the globe (like my trip to Myanmar: Over 50 hours total flight time in just 7 days).

Today, a year past my last plane trip, I start my new relationship with travel.

The Remote Resort, Fiji