Travel Stories

A Glimpse of the Minotaur

Fallen in love with the legends of ancient Greece and living Rome, I hopped over to Athens. June 1967 was after the military takeover by a very nasty lot of Greek colonels and the imminent threat of yet another Arab-Israeli war. But I went anyway, determined to actually see the Palace of Knossos with visions of Theseus, Ariadne and the Minotaur. My...

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Adjusting to Life in Mozambique

All is well as we move into week 3. I was a little sick from food poisoning but other than that, perfect health! The only bad thing about my family is my sister Neda. I thought I would be able to deal with her for the next 8 weeks but I have already found I am getting short with her. She is the sister with cerebral palsy and down syndrome. She...

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Adventures In Travel

Blood Orange I had boarded the plane at Dulles with a dreadful cold. My ears had become clogged and painful and I spent a lot of time futilely shaking my head like a dog trying to clear them out. My sister and I spent the first few weeks of our travels in northern Europe – London, Copenhagen, Oslo, Stockholm, Bergen. I was cold all the time and it...

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An Enhanced Vision

The year was 1974. Barry was eleven years of age, and was a student in the fourth grade, attending an elementary school, and residing in the small industrial city of Waterbury, Connecticut. Barry’s life experience up to this point consisted of the atmosphere and environment of his home and school. He really had little first-hand exposure or...

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Another Kind of 4th Of July

Back in 1976 my husband and I were lucky enough to be able to go on a trip to Scandinavia. We flew to Denmark and boarded a small ship for approximately 100 people and proceeded to travel around until we got to the famous fiords of Norway. We were in Bergen at Edvard Grieg’s home for a piano recital when it dawned on me that we really should be...

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Berlin Wall

On the 20th Anniversary of the Fall of the Berlin Wall - November 9, 1989 I crossed through the Berlin Wall at Check Point Charlie several times in my late teens and early twenties. My sister and I visited Berlin in 1973 and I went again in 1977. There was no doubt of the seriousness of the Wall. There were serious looking soldiers with machine...

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Bull Fight

Bull Fight It was April, 1971, and I was in Madrid, Spain, with a group of teachers visiting on Spring Break. As an English teacher and admirer of Ernest Hemingway, the macho writer, with his descriptions of death in the afternoon at the bullfights, I was eager to partake of one of his favorite activities-as a spectator , not a participant. We had...

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Cancer Free Thanksgiving

This was Ethel's first Thanksgiving since the doctors had said the cancer in her breast was completely gone. Her son, in the navy, and his family were stationed in Japan. She and her husband Hank would be alone for the holidays this year. Being a mother and grandmother, she was feeling a little blue. She and Hank had held up well the past eight...

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Dream Catcher

DREAM-CATCHER “Oh, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings ” -John Magee I now own a Piper Cherokee PA28-150, a four-seat single engine airplane, built in 1967, which I acquired in 1998, after a rather interesting flying incident occurred , the details of which I shall account at a later time. For...

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Golfing In Asia 1988

In the fall of 1988, Elmira and I joined a couple of friends on an extended tour of southern Asia, which included India, Nepal, Singapore, Malaysia and Thailand. In riding by bus through India we saw a couple of golf courses that were really rustic, with burnt grass and compacted sand for putting greens. The heat and lack of water eliminated any...

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In the land that lies beyond...

In the Land That Lies Beyond Erzerum and Trebizond Lived a robber, Rushan Beg As we crossed the 10,000 foot range from Trebizond, we saw abundant golden rhododendrons such as Xenophon saw when he cried out “Thalassa!” (the sea, the sea!) coming the other way. Our next major stop was at militarized Kars, an ancient Armenian city that looked across a...

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Packing for the New Assignment

Not too much is changing right now. We just are kept so busy. I’ve started packing because Peace Corps is taking over half our stuff and shipping it via plane or bus to our sites a week before we get there. Thanksgiving was amazing. I was cranky for most of the day because I took my malaria meds but I pushed through it. If anything makes me go...

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Peace Corps Mozambique

I could make a laundry list of the things that transpired as rainy season and summer have arrived in Mozambique. Definitely been one of those months. Two weeks ago Christina flew out of Pemba to return home to California for her grandfather’s funeral. Not a fabulous way to celebrate Teacher’s Day. After that, Pemba seemed to slowly come apart at...

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Seven Reasons to Avoid Holiday Travel

Before Interstate highways, piling into the station wagon for a trip from the suburbs of Washington, DC to Reading, Pennsylvania was something akin to an adventure. It usually only took five minutes of fighting over who got to sit in which seat before the conversation turned to how long it would be before we encountered the “roller coaster” road....

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The Sound of Music

This memory is from 7th grade. Since I am now 69 years of age, it was quite a few years ago. I can still picture myself in the situation, being transported by the music, feeling like my heart was going to burst open with the bigness of what I was experiencing. How I wish I could tell my music teacher, whose name has gone the way of so many memories...

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The Ugly American

June 1962 We left the deep night on the long trip to Paris. Bud had made it home from the base at Rothweston just in the nick of time to catch the train which would take the GI wives to Paris and then south to Orly Airport. Only one day earlier there had been the 2nd worst aviation disaster in history, when a Boeing 707 chartered by the most...

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Travel Amazon

Life is not measured in the number of breaths we take, but the number of moments that take your breath away. The Amazon was one that did it for me. 15.03.00 Belem Brazil Dark river waters, pissing afternoon rain, boats to the gunwales with too few life rafts chugging up river with an authoritative, rhythmic chunk, chunk, chunk. Every shade of...

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Travel Kenya

In 1986 I returned To Kenya where I’d lived and traveled before . It had always been a magic place. Nairobi was just a city like many others, struggling to get ric. Many did. They were mostly white and foreign or of the Kikuyu tribe if they were Kenyan. Politicians were Kikuyu. High rise buildings were spotting around the city’s center. It was...

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