On Thursday...
I crawled into bed around 2am after the busted suitcase fiasco. I wasn't looking forward to re-packing my suitcase, but the upside is that this didn't happen at the airport! Finally here I am in one of the oldest cities in history and something has come over me. I'm home. I can't say it any better than that. I'm home.
Most of my life I've moved around from one state to another and from one country to another. I feel very fortunate to have experienced this nomadic way of life, but the one disadvantage of having grown up this way, is losing the bond, the connnection, or the feeling that you belong somewhere. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to know someone besides my family for most of my life or longer than five years. Still at this point in my life, I still don't regret the experiences I've had with having the priveledge of becoming emmersed into different cultures. There is nothing like it! I wonder if I was born to be a nomad, or have evolved into one. My thirst for meeting people from around the world is great. If I could backpack with one other person and travel around the world, I would in a heartbeat! For now, I've planned to visit one country every year. My start is Greece, back to where I was born. Next year, It could be one of these places on my bucketlist: Costa Rica, Galapagos Islands, Peru, India, Ireland, Italy, France, Spain, Australia, Egypt, Japan, China, Portugal, Switzerland, Scotland..and more :-) !
Sorry, I can't help my tangents...
Mom stayed the night and Dad picked us up to take us to the airport. He came to the rescue with another suitcase - thanks Dad! I got a kick out of the RED siren suitcase with the "AMERICAN TOURISTER" label! Target be known! Why should I complain? I have suitcase, thank god! Plus, I love how quirky my parents can be. This needs to be passed down. I imagine one day I'll buy my nephews, niece or if I am lucky to have children one day, a fluorescent orange suitcase with lime green polka dots, plaid would work as well but in that case they would have to wear plaid golf pants to match!
Sorry...another tangent! I need to post about my travel!
The first flight from Charleston to Atlanta was a little turbulent. It was turbulent enough to make a grown man put his head between his legs and for me to succumb to eating airplane peanuts. For those of you who don't know, the smell of airplane peanuts triggers the gag reflex - for me! Yes, I became a little nauseated. It's like do what you can with what you have if necessary. It's like crash landing in the snowy alps and there is no rescue in sight and you must either starve to death or eat your fellow neighbor.
Stayed tuned for more...a little preview....below
Enter Greece, bath, baby, relatives, club, bazoukia, 7am...look what the cat dragged in...yours truly lol. The ride has just begun....
I crawled into bed around 2am after the busted suitcase fiasco. I wasn't looking forward to re-packing my suitcase, but the upside is that this didn't happen at the airport! Finally here I am in one of the oldest cities in history and something has come over me. I'm home. I can't say it any better than that. I'm home.
Most of my life I've moved around from one state to another and from one country to another. I feel very fortunate to have experienced this nomadic way of life, but the one disadvantage of having grown up this way, is losing the bond, the connnection, or the feeling that you belong somewhere. Sometimes I wonder what it would have been like to know someone besides my family for most of my life or longer than five years. Still at this point in my life, I still don't regret the experiences I've had with having the priveledge of becoming emmersed into different cultures. There is nothing like it! I wonder if I was born to be a nomad, or have evolved into one. My thirst for meeting people from around the world is great. If I could backpack with one other person and travel around the world, I would in a heartbeat! For now, I've planned to visit one country every year. My start is Greece, back to where I was born. Next year, It could be one of these places on my bucketlist: Costa Rica, Galapagos Islands, Peru, India, Ireland, Italy, France, Spain, Australia, Egypt, Japan, China, Portugal, Switzerland, Scotland..and more :-) !
Sorry, I can't help my tangents...
Mom stayed the night and Dad picked us up to take us to the airport. He came to the rescue with another suitcase - thanks Dad! I got a kick out of the RED siren suitcase with the "AMERICAN TOURISTER" label! Target be known! Why should I complain? I have suitcase, thank god! Plus, I love how quirky my parents can be. This needs to be passed down. I imagine one day I'll buy my nephews, niece or if I am lucky to have children one day, a fluorescent orange suitcase with lime green polka dots, plaid would work as well but in that case they would have to wear plaid golf pants to match!
Sorry...another tangent! I need to post about my travel!
The first flight from Charleston to Atlanta was a little turbulent. It was turbulent enough to make a grown man put his head between his legs and for me to succumb to eating airplane peanuts. For those of you who don't know, the smell of airplane peanuts triggers the gag reflex - for me! Yes, I became a little nauseated. It's like do what you can with what you have if necessary. It's like crash landing in the snowy alps and there is no rescue in sight and you must either starve to death or eat your fellow neighbor.
Stayed tuned for more...a little preview....below
Enter Greece, bath, baby, relatives, club, bazoukia, 7am...look what the cat dragged in...yours truly lol. The ride has just begun....
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