How to Take Travel from Good to Fabulous

How to Take Travel from Good to Fabulous

What are your travel indulgences? Champagne at night? Hot tea every morning? Perhaps a pedicure or a truffle from a nearby chocolaterie?

When my dear friend Margo from The Travel Belles invited me to join her blog carnival on travel indulgences, I was happy but also momentarily stymied.

I confess I’m not much of a posh traveler. By the time I get somewhere I’ve usually spent most of my money on a plane ticket, hotel, and rental car, and have every other penny budgeted for food and whatnot.

But as I thought about it more I realized that indulgences don’t have to cost a lot of money.

They can be very simple, small, FREEΒ  things that delight your heart, please your eye, and charm your stomach.

When I first started traveling, I would always bring a piece of home with me – usually in the form of a tablecloth that I would immediately drape over those ubiquitous small round tables you find in most hotel rooms. It instantly made the place cozier and “mine”. I’d also get up early while most folks were still tucked up in bed and go for long walks to see what I could find. And I love to take naps on hot afternoons when lines are long and streets crammed with folks rushing hither and thither.

Here are a few other indulgences I like to make part of every trip:

Boat rides.

I’m a sucker for boat rides. Whether it’s hiring a creaky old fishing boat for a jaunt around Alcatraz or catching a high speed ferry to Capri, I’m in!! I love being out on the water, the wind tossing my hair, sun browning my shoulders. All the stresses of travel melt away as I bob along. If you split the cost with an obliging friend or three, the trips are downright cheap. I’ve paid about $5 to be rowed across a turquoise lake in Slovenia, $2 for an ocean trek in Greece and about $7 to board a fishing vessel for an island tour in Croatia.

Boat trips in Europe

Good food

I rarely spend money on expensive souvenirs, but I’ll happily plunk down money for a memorable meal with lovely folks. My brother Ryan taught me long ago not to rely on guidebooks or hotel pamphlets for restaurant choices, but instead to turn to locals for recommendations. I ask them where they’d go for a special dinner or date night and I’ve never been steered wrong. If I can’t find someone to ask, or I don’t speak the language, I start my search around lunch time. I look for places that are filled with locals – a sure sign of good eating – and make sure to arrive early enough that night to get a table for dinner.

 

Corfu

Scarves.

I adore scarves. The brighter the better. I don’t have a house full of cuckoo clocks from Germany or statues from Rome, but I have $2-$10 scarves from Ireland to Bosnia and they make me happy. They’re cheap, small and easy to pack, and gorgeous yet practical. I wear them year round and drape them over lamps or spread them along tabletops, and each time I see one I smile inside and remember the people, the country, the food and memories of that trip.

 

European scarves

And how about you? What indulgences do you have that make your travels extra special?

For more ideas and inspiration visit The Travel Belles.

Sunshine Makes Everything Better

Sunshine Makes Everything Better

Hello dear folks! How are you doing this Monday morning?

After the coldest spring in recorded HISTORY, Washington finally got summer this weekend!!! WOOHOOHOO!!! I’m still basking in the bliss of going barefoot and getting a sunburned nose from snoozing in the backyard.

Red Cup

I wasn’t well this weekend, but I got to rest, really rest, and I’m so grateful for it.

I napped on the grass and in the house.

Read cookbooks and listened to Jeeves and Wooster.

Ate blueberries and buttery toast.

I loved it.

Blueberries in a cup

And then, when migraines eased up a bit, I strolled about the backyard capturing photos of cheery blossoms and humming bees and waddling puppies and snowball trees and delicate ferns. It’s amazing how much beauty can be found in one back yard with a blazing sun to highlight each detail.

Buttercup in the sunshine

I’m so glad I have these pictures to cheer me when the rains return.

What are your favorite memories from your weekend?

xo

So Much Better Than Dead

So Much Better Than Dead

Good morning, luvs. πŸ™‚

I have missed you SO much! My poor computer has been at death’s door since last weekend so I haven’t been able to post a thing, but my dear friend Darren fiddled with it until all hours last night and managed to bring it back from the brink. Hooray!

How are YOU doing? I can’t wait to get back to your lovely emails and blog posts and status updates and get all caught up on your lives. πŸ™‚

I’m doing better each day since my awful encounter with The Bad Man. Doing One Brave Thing a day has helped tremendously in building my courage and taking back the peace of mind he snatched from me. This week we were finally able to get some information on him and I’ll be talking with the police again today to see what the next step is.

wooden spool

I get scared and overwhelmed often, but I’m bouncing back quicker and that makes me glad. I’m not so good with crowds yet, but I’ve worked up from hiding in my room to one-on-one to going out in public to going out in public BY MYSELF – to small groups, and I think that’s something to celebrate. πŸ™‚

During my bad moments I remember a scene from an episode of Bones I watched a few months ago. Brennan had gone through an awful day, a wretched day filled with trauma and pain, and as she came back to the office that night, she ran into the night watch man, a kindly older fellow.

He asked how she was doing and she stopped, thought a moment and replied, “I’m sad.”

He smiled gently then said, “Mmm, that’s so much better than being dead.”

I wanted to hug him. πŸ™‚

coarse yarn

So I’m celebrating LIFE. I may be scared and uncertain and uprooted and shaken, but I’m alive. The Bad Man may have taken away my sense of peace and security for a while, he may have instilled fear in me for a time, but he did not take my Life or my Soul or my Hope.

And that is good. πŸ™‚

Despite all the hard stuff, there have been some wonderful moments this week:

  • My cooking club friends helped me get all moved out of my old place
  • my friend Kat read aloud to me from a hilarious book that had us in stitches
  • dinner and British TV with dear friends
  • gummi bears and movie night
  • comfort food: grilled cheese sandwiches and barbequed hot dogs with mustard
  • Jeeves and Wooster audio books

I’m also excited because I’ve started doing photo shoots! Like a yarn one for my dear friend Marie – a wonder-knitter who is starting her own fabulous knitting blog Knitting the Moment.

Today I get to do a chess photo shoot for my boss at Chess House. I’m having such a grand time and learning all sorts of things. πŸ™‚

What are some good things in your life today?

basket of yarn

Thank you so much for your emails, hugs, prayers, good thoughts, love, and care you’ve showered on me. You mean the world to me.

xo

 

One Brave Thing

One Brave Thing

When we are afraid we ought not to occupy ourselves with endeavoring to prove that there is no danger,
but in strengthening ourselves to go on in spite of the danger.
– M. Rutherford –

Dandelions and Bluebells

I have been afraid this week.

Afraid when I try to sleep at night.

Afraid when I have to leave the safety of my friends’ home.

Afraid when I drive to work by myself.

I think I’m mostly afraid because the cops have not found the man who tried to assault me last week.

For the first few days I told myself it would all be OK as soon as the cops found him. But as days turned into a week and there was still no word, I realized I might have to be brave without assurance of safety from this predator.

And I hate that.

It doesn’t seem fair that the perverse man who shattered my peace with obscene acts and vile words gets away, and I am left crying myself to sleep and looking over my shoulder any time I leave the house.

It isn’t fair.

But it is my reality.

Tuesday I was feeling weak, scared and so anxious. I didn’t know what to do until I thought of the One Small Thing lesson I had learned the previous week. I remembered that even at my worst I can do One Small Thing.

So I decided to try to rebuild my courage by doing One Brave Thing each day. Just one.

Fuschia Rhododendron

Day One: I went back to work. When I got there my boss let me know they had locked down the whole building and would do whatever it took to make me safe and secure.

Day Two: I went to the library by myself and saw strangers who were normal, kind and cheerful. There are still good, trustworthy people in this world.

Day Three: I went to see my counselor. Instead of talking about how to strengthen myself to face that man in court, we talked about how to strengthen myself in case I never get that chance. Then we devised a Plan of Attack should he ever show his face again. It makes me smile to think of it. For the first time in my life I’ve been encouraged to make a scene in public. πŸ™‚

One Brave Thing each day has done much to strengthen my heart and loosen the grip fear has had on me. I still have my bad moments and probably will for a while, but I’m getting better each day, and that is something worth celebrating.

Spring FlowersThank you so much for all your kind emails, phone calls, text messages, and tweets this week.

You gave me comfort when I was hurting so deeply.

You gave me courage when I was too scared to even think straight.

You gave me hope that this darkness would pass and life would be good again.

Thank you.

Much love and big, squeezy hugs to you.

XO

One day at a time–this is enough.
Do not look back and grieve over the past for it is gone;
and do not be troubled about the future, for it has not yet come.
Live in the present,
and make it so beautiful it will be worth remembering.
– Unknown –

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