Okay, maybe not my thumb, but definitely my rear, on a twenty-two hour bus ride on Transportes de San Miguel, bound for San Miguel de Allende. Continue reading
Okay, maybe not my thumb, but definitely my rear, on a twenty-two hour bus ride on Transportes de San Miguel, bound for San Miguel de Allende. Continue reading
I always said “Texas has but two seasons; green and brown.” It would appear that I overlooked one —BLUE!
The delicate fragrance is glorious!The bluebonnets are early this year…very prolific. A local Ennis resident said she had only seen them this thick maybe three times in the last 23 years she had lived there. The field across from her front lawn looked like a solid blue carpet of flowers….
Somehow, I didn’t remember bluebonnets being so fragrant, but the aroma was wafting through the air so heavily that you could smell the perfume from the car with the windows rolled down. Standing in the field of flowers reminded me of Dorothy in the “Wizard of Oz” skipping through the poppy fields.
Bluebonnets tickle my fancy!
My New Year celebration now behind me, I took to the highway headed back to Texas, opting for as much two-lane as I could cover before sundown. Continue reading
Traveling to Arkansas over the New Year holiday afforded me three milestones – visiting a state I had never been to before, seeing the Clinton Presidential Center, and crossing off another one of our great National Parks! After a couple of days enjoying downtown Little Rock, I made the hour drive toward Hot Springs. Continue reading
Those who know me, know that I am a not-so-closet Bill Clinton fan. In fact I stop just short of an “I MISS BILL” bumper sticker on my car and stalking him through the back alleys of earthquake-stricken Haiti. So when I ended up with a few extra days off at the end of 2011, I figured it was the perfect time to make my long anticipated “Billgrimage” to the Clinton Presidential Center. Continue reading
I went from a three bedroom home packed full of 25 years worth of “stuff” down to a 6′ x 9′ pallete of goods in less than 30 days. I got by with a little help from my friends — Craig’s List, ebay, a garage sale, Good Will, and Atlanta Step-up, a local charity that helps homeless families get back on their feet again. Continue reading
As I headed towards Columbus on Columbus Day, I contemplated the irony of this holiday which should instead be known as Native American Indian Day, since they were here first. Continue reading
There are two distinct vibes in Asheville for which one could easily draw a political parallel. But I won’t, because in the case of Asheville, I happen to enjoy both sides. Continue reading
Dominica, (pronounced Dom-uh–NEE-kuh,) not to be confused with the Dominican Republic, this island is much further down south near St. Lucia. Actually a Commonwealth which gained independence from Britian in 1978, this volcanic, mountainous island nicknamed “The Nature Isle” is a part of the Lesser Antilles chain.
I have wanted to visit this island covered in lush rain forest, waterfalls, and volcanic mineral pools since my brother Don and his wife Kathey were there back in 1999. They reported back on the pristine natural beauty, affordability, and lack of commercialism typically associated with the Caribbean. When I read the entry line from the Lonely Planet website, “Dominica is the place to go for those who prefer hiking boots over high heels and are content with a nightlife where the only music is the murmur of the jungle,” I knew I had found my place!
Would I still find this a pristine, unspoiled paradise? Please read on to find out…