I finally made it to the end of the town of Oia on the island of Santorini, where if I wanted to walk much further, I would have needed to learn how to walk on water, as I was overlooking the vast blue seas to the east.
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I finally made it to the end of the town of Oia on the island of Santorini, where if I wanted to walk much further, I would have needed to learn how to walk on water, as I was overlooking the vast blue seas to the east.
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As I approached the middle of my journey on the island of Santorini, with the glorious 80 degree weather still apparent; still outfitted with a hat, sunscreen, and sunglasses; still carrying a water bottle that had been refilled several times, although the snacks that I had were gone; my camera …
I continued my journey on the island of Santorini, still experiencing the glorious 80 degree weather, and still armed with a hat, sunscreen, sunglasses, an almost-empty water bottle, half-eaten snacks, my camera, and fortunately plenty of film still left (although lots of photos had already been taken). As I walked, ...
At 700 feet above sea level, and temperatures around a glorious 80 degrees, with a hat on my head and sunscreen on my skin, I set out for my day’s journey. Armed with a water bottle in one hand, and a camera in the other, I had a snack and …
I think I am realizing that I am living my life “in the moment.” I’m not really thinking about later today or tomorrow or next week, let alone next month. In fact, the past few days of my trip, like today, I don’t even know where I will sleep tonight …
I’m not quite sure how this collection began. I’m not quite sure why it began. I’m not quite sure when and where it began. But somehow during my travels, I started to collect what I call “junk” jewelry. Actually, maybe it began because I wanted some small souvenirs from my …
priceless experiences and memories of a journey in Iceland with my youngest sister… this is the final blog describing some of the adventures, along with photos, of a time when two sisters, who are 15 years apart in age, who had never traveled together before as adults, met in a …
it was worth every penny…that trip that I made to Iceland with my youngest sister…the trip where, due to our 15-year age difference, we had never really had the opportunity to travel before together…the trip where we bonded, agreed, and laughed…the trip that was expensive, yet priceless…
In my travel journal, ...
This is part one in a series of blogs of what happens when two sisters, who are 15 years apart in age, who have never lived together, nor traveled together before as adults, meet in a far remote corner of the world to explore together. It is somewhat like a …
This is an excerpt from an email that I wrote back home to my family and friends while I was on my five-month solo European journey. It was written September 3, 2004, more than four months into my trip, although I made a few modifications to the original email for …