Dangling the Carrot

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I’m by no means rich, not in money anyway. I have a beautiful daughter, a great son in law and I’m married to a good, somewhat quirky man. I live in the gorgeous state of Colorado. My passion is travel. I love traveling, as you may have gathered if you read this blog. I love the history and the character of both Italy and Mexico. In a little over a month, we’re flying to Italy. My husband and I are meeting friends in a villa in Campania on the Amalfi Coast overlooking the perfect Mediterranean. My daughter and her husband (and a couple of their friends) are joining us. Vacation family style. Love it.

When I come back I’ll be sad, so I booked my 2018 vacation in Mexico…..I call it “Dangling the Carrot”. Its what keeps me going.

55 Days to go!

If I could start my career over again, I’d be a travel counsellor. Nothing gives me more pleasure than traveling to new places and visiting place I’ve been before and loved.

Since my last trip to Italy (two years ago), I’ve had health concerns, a visit to the emergency room and more stress than I care to talk about, but I’m hoping to exercise the daemons and get all of these issues blown away in the place that soothes my heart and soul, Italy! I can’t wait to sit in the pool of the beautiful villa we’re renting, and look out at the perfect blue waters of the Mediterranean. 55 Days to go!

 

Ode to Ethel

A single mum for years, you made my clothes,
You were a newly wed at fifty, I came on your honeymoon,
I was a teenager of the sixties, you didn’t understand,
But you tried,

When I was fifteen I persuaded you to take me to Italy, what fun we had,
When I was seventeen you taught me to drive, not an easy task.
You taught me to cook, to love and to forgive,
I was a handful mam, a new generation,

You came and stayed with me in Germany, when I had my child,
How you loved Joanna, and nursed her to let me sleep,
You crossed the Atlantic when we moved to America, you were in your eighties,
I never saw you again alive, but I tried,

In 2002 I flew to England, you hadn’t long to go,
Alzheimer’s had you in its grip, and you weren’t well,
I missed you by a couple of hours, but I’m sure you knew I was there,
I still miss you mam,

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Pikes Peak – Dressed for a Wedding

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Pikes Peak was showing off this morning when I got up. All dressed up and magnificent.

Retirement and the Sleep Factor.

You must all have noticed how great you feel when you wake up after a really good night’s sleep. As slumber drifts from your body and mind, you feel good, ready to handle anything the day throws at you. You’re rested and in control.

So why is sleep so elusive? This past week has been awful! Much too stressful, long hours at work, followed by coming home and worrying if I’d got everything done. Each night after going to bed, I’d remember something important I’d missed. That paid to my sleep.

Last night was the first night in almost a week that I slept long and hard, and woke up feeling refreshed. If only I felt like this every day. I think my massage and reflexology helped, but that’s a luxury I can only occasionally afford. How do I manage to sleep on a regular basis? I sleep well on vacation, because there’s nothing to worry about.

I’m wondering if perhaps its time to retire.

Comments anyone? Advice?sleepless01

Ravello – not long now!

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75 Days to go before I board the Lufthansa flight to Naples. Counting the days, hours and minutes. Can’t wait to return to Ravello and the Amalfi Coast and excited to see Naples and Capri for the first time. Wish I could stay there forever.

Lake Garda – Wish I were there!

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I still dream of retiring to Italy, but would one home be enough. Ravello and the Amalfi Coast is the place I think of most, but Lake Garda and its beautiful scattering of towns, is always in my heart!

Memories of Campania

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I could wander those beautiful streets forever.

Sunset to Soothe my Soul

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Green Lady

Walworth Castle“Show your friend around the castle while I clear away the dishes.” Christine’s mum has said, “I’m sure you’d like to see it wouldn’t you sweetie.”

“Oh yes I would, is it really haunted?”

Christine and her mum looked at each other, “Och no, it’s a story to scare folks and attract visitors, no ghosts there.”

Christine led me out of the huge dining room and through several doors to the front entrance of the wee castle. It wasn’t huge like most castles, but a miniature version, maybe a quarter the size, but it was perfectly formed and beautiful. I gazed at the ornate ceilings that looked like upside down wedding beautifully iced.

It was cold in the castle, even in August.

“Why is it so cold?” I asked, but got no answer.

My friend Christine had disappeared.

“Christine!” I yelled, alarmed.

The door in front of me slammed shut. I turned and ran to the door at the opposite side of the room. I was scared, although I didn’t know why. It slammed shut too,  just before I got there. Grabbing the handle I tugged on it, willing it to open.

“Christine it’s not funny, let me out”

The temperature dropped quickly and I began to shiver. The sun blasted through the huge windows and I ran to them, hoping to get someone’s attention. The wooden shutters closed on their own. I was trapped in darkness.

The door behind me opened slowly, its ancient hinges groaning.

“Christine that wasn’t funny,” I said as I turned around.

Oh no, please, no!

I wanted to scream, but couldn’t muster up the energy. Terror sapped my strength as I backed slowly away from the green light that seeped through the door. The room was icy cold, my breath formed a cloud hovering in front my face.

The air was full of whispers!

 

 

 

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