Currently nesting near the Euganean Hills in the Pretty Province of Padova, Italy – July 2019
There are many quotes from some lovely minds about the difference between the traveler and a tourist. I heard them when I was young and impressionable. I traveled alone and without agenda, through southern Africa, Australia, New Zealand and some islands in between. I’d have a return ticket, but it was often extended until my credit cards were maxed out and it was back to full-time work, moonlighting as a waitress, and doing other nixers to fill up the piggy bank and get back on the road. But since the dawn of the new century which brought marriage and a child, I have steered my wanderlust into another life-style – the two-year tenure in different cities and countries around Europe. I would love to write a blog about the Art of Relocation – but I am merely the perpetual apprentice learning how to navigate by circling back on the wrong, bumpy roads. Having said that, I have picked up enough tips that are worthy enough to commit to bits and bytes and create a post at some point. But for now, I present the pictures and stories set in the various countries I have lived in.
I have been a bit like a ping pong shooting back and forth across the planet. Work, love, adventure, love–these have been the paddles and the landing spots have been Ireland where my father, husband and son were born, and my home land of California. In my adult life, I have moved 12 times – five being transatlantic. In each location, I like to think, we’ve learned the phrases, appreciated the traditions and customs, splashed around in many different waters, taken thousands of photos, tasted a cornucopia of delectable cuisine, met casts of colourful characters and made good friends, spent too much money, climbed a lot of hills and staircases…
And always remained/remain eager to jump in.
Eire/Ireland
Italia
California
München, Bavaria
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