While out to dinner during a long weekend trip, my husband and I sat at a table overlooking the attached enclosed patio. The floor to ceiling windows separated us from another diner seated at a table out there. Mister Rain told me that he had a dog. A woman joined…
Travel
Articles, essays, and features about Travel.
Been There, Grateful For That
It has become less important, but I always imagined that I would visit all 50 states before I die. You would think as the clock continues to tick this desire would become stronger, but for me, it has diminished. It would still be a great accomplishment but as I continue…
Virginia Mason Athletic Center
Have you ever gone on a tour to see where your favorite chocolate is made or the pretzels you have loved since you were a kid? My husband and I are huge Seattle Seahawks fans. We have been fortunate to attend several games in Seattle over the last 30 years….
Set A Course For Adventure
The massive ferries that I have encountered in my travels (“A Ferry Different Way Of Life”) remind me of cruise ships. Especially when all lit up at night, they bring to mind Puerto Vallarta (to a girl growing up in Pennsylvania “The Love Boat” and Mexico might as well have…
An Old Piling Light Navigates Me To A New Friend
If you think about it, your path crosses with so many people in the course of a lifetime, fleeting interactions that leave no trace of the individuals who held a door for you, waited on you at a restaurant, sat next to you on a plane. But sometimes what should…
Sheer Class
“If only, on the ground, just a thin curtain separated us from more leg room, larger seats and free drinks.” —- Sister Rain #sisterrain #alittlesightalotofheart #legallyblindtraveler #travel #sheerclass
There’s No Place Like Content
Do you recognize when you are content? Like me, I bet you are often too caught up in the logistics of a life, the balls in the air that must not fall, the speed of juggling always needing to increase. When do any of us have time to take a…
Such A Fine Sight To See – Part 4
I once again have led my long-suffering husband to new treasures along the highways and byways of this great country. I never tell the poor man where we are going, I navigate us to the address, telling him to be on the lookout for anything “unusual.” Mister Rain is not…
