Yesterday I looked outside my window and saw snow flurries. Thoughts of traveling to a sunny, exotic location, lying on a beach, sipping a cool mocktail or reading a book, began to fill my mind. Reality check. This is peak season to destinations like that and the costs of airfare, hotel, etc., would probably blow my travel budget into smithereens. It’s just a pipe dream. So, if this is your dilemma what can you do and where can you go? I propose a staycation.
I am especially fond of the holiday season, albeit cold. Usually around this time, my travel plans whether using bus, car or train, are limited to the Northeast for these simple reasons: It is a time to enjoy my colorful backyard, a time to give thanks, a time to enjoy Christmas, and a time to spend with family.
I live in the Hudson Valley and at this particular time of year it is a picturesque place to be. 70 miles north of New York city, you can begin to enjoy nature’s foliage as you drive along any of the major highways to the upstate suburbs. If you pack a lunch basket, don your walking boots, you can take your family on an outing to witness the explosive kaleidoscope of colorful leaves. Browns, reds, oranges, yellows splash across the mountainside and along the rippling Hudson River banks like Holi (the Hindu festival of colors). I especially like to take the ride up through the Taconic State Parkway or the Palisades Parkway. These two routes present some of the most advantageous views and scenic photo ops for both the professional and amateur photographer. Hiking on Bear Mountain and the many national parks that make up the Harriman State Park is another great way to witness the colorful leaves and explore the trails.
Do not feel left out if you live alone. Plan a surprise visit to a friend or family member and spend Thanksgiving or even Christmas with them. Choose a destination away from your town so you can see some different scenery. Drive half hour or more if you have to. I am not talking turkey when I tell you that I love Thanksgiving. On such occasions, I drive two and a half hours just to be with family. Here are my reasons why. Giving thanks is a priority when my family sits down together for our meal. We acknowledge in our daily devotions thanks to God for being our provider, sustainer, protector and redeemer. Thanksgiving day is no exception. When we gather at a pre-selected household to break bread, before laying into the delectable spread, every person present is afforded the opportunity to give thanks. Sincere expressions of thankfulness for: kindnesses received or given, thoughtfulness of and to others, love-in-action demonstrated by friends and family are often recited. The food, though mouth-watering, is not the priority, as one by one we tell each other why we are so thankful. Sometimes these moments can be very nostalgic, moving each other to tears (happy tears), or being outright hilarious. After all is said, one person says the corporate pray of thanks giving to God for us all and then we dig in. It is a beautiful, special moment with family.
Christmas is another favorite holiday of mine. If in the city, a great travel plan would be to attend a local concert. Many church choirs in the area renders the ageless Handel’s Messiah or the Hallelujah Chorus much to the delight of their audience. If you like the ballet, The Nutcracker is another staple performance for theater goers. I attend a choir concert or two just to enjoy the music of the season, but it begins for me much sooner than December. Every September 1st, I swap out all the music in my car to only play Christmas songs, carols and hymns as I drive. My friends think it is strange (you might think so too) to be playing this holiday music so early, but I think the month of December is not long enough for me to enjoy them. Besides, my quirk was adapted to de-stress after a long, hard day. The combination of listening to favorite carols, watching twinkling lights, feeling crisp cold air, and seeing snowflakes fall, helps to make my travels extra special as I whiz up and down the highways.
Although mentioned last, spending time with family is by far the most important reason for liking the holiday season, whether Thanksgiving or Christmas. Without the love of family and friends, and the ability to share with them, all the aforementioned would probably be less enjoyable. According to Statisticbrain.com it is estimated 39,000,000 people will travel this Thanksgiving day. I like the fact that travelers will crisscross the nation to see and be with their loved ones. Too much cannot be said about the value of being with family during this season. Quality time spent with the people you love and appreciate makes great, unforgettable memories later on.
Here’s a question for my blog followers and viewers. Do you have a favorite holiday plan you would like to share? Please let me know in the comment section below. I find your comments very interesting. Don’t be shy to drop me a note via my website, Google+, LinkedIn, or email. If you have gotten this far, thanks for reading.
Trinidad and Tobago is undoubtedly, in my opinion, the party mecca of the Caribbean. Dubbed the land of the humming bird, boasting the greatest show on earth – Carnival, and giving the world calypso or soca music are a few of its cultural peculiarities, but I’m not going to talk about that.
I first visited this twin-island nation (whose soccer team recently beat the USA team at the 2017 World Cup, 2-1) with a gal pal on a get-away trip. We were eager to escape our routine lives in exchange for a little adventure and to explore a nearby island. So, we packed our bags and left on a 17 day vacation to T&T to chill with close family friends.
Traveling with a friend can be fun. We shared laughs and encountered many firsts together. Back then neither of us could call ourselves experienced travelers. We didn’t have an itinerary, specific travel plans or even carried all the travel essentials that we insist on carrying today. We only knew we wanted to see places we had often heard spoken of like: Arima, Maracas, Port-of-Spain, San Fernando and Tunapuna to name a few. Reminiscing with my friend about this trip brought back memories I had completely forgotten, nothing sinister, but better left unsaid. It was also interesting to note what impacted her the most.
We spent our first 10 days in Trinidad visiting the bustling city – Port of Spain. We rode the “Priority” (our first experience of riding a bus going faster than 30 mph as in our homeland). We visited the world famous cricket grounds of Queens Park Oval (it brought back memories of a popular poem written by Paul Keens-Douglas “Tanti at De Oval“). We ate callaloo, all kinds of flavorful roti and a variant version called “buss-up-shot”.
The next seven days we spent in idyllic Tobago. There the pace was much slower. Tobago is the retiree’s haven, the rich and famous escape destination, the ‘do-not-disturb’ person’s kind of place to go and relax. Driving in the countryside at night along the winding, narrow, hills and valleys with no street lighting other than the stars and moon was rather perturbing. Scarborough, the city, was not much to talk about at that time, however, this little island possess some of the most beautiful beaches you will find in the world.
Among our many firsts in T&T here are three experiences you may find hilarious as I still do today.
After spending the day sightseeing and walking around in Port-of-Spain, we tried to hail a taxicab to take us home and were shocked to see others jumping into the cab ahead of us. We couldn’t understand why total strangers wanted to share our ride. It took a few taxicabs leaving us behind before it became clear that this was a transportation sharing method to keep the fares low. To back-up our belief, written on a wall in big, bold letters not to far from the taxi depot were these words, “Taxi men keep your fares low or blood will flow.” Those words were indelibly written on my mind for fear of impending violence, also it was my first introduction to graffiti. I know by now you’re probably wondering where was I living all this time. LOL. A sheltered life no doubt. A family friend eventually rescued us and we were able to ride home in the cab that we wanted.
Another first occurred in Tobago while we were staying at our host. The island had experienced a few earthquake tremors and, I don’t know if the two were related, but the houses in the neighborhood, including ours, had no water. The problem existed for about two days, but it felt like a lifetime to me. The locals were going down to the river to bathe, but would soon return saying, “De river come down.” I didn’t understand this statement. Aren’t rivers suppose to flow downwards? Well, again I learned that due to the heavy rainfall high up in the mountains, the riverbanks would usually swell and overflow, bringing with it mud, debris, rock, etc., making the river inaccessible for bathing, washing or catching clean water, hence, de river come down.
My final recollection was new to both my friend and I. It was our first sighting of the gecko, a white version of GIECO’s green lizard. For the entire night we stayed up watching the ceiling to see where those lizards would go. We huddled in the middle of the bed and didn’t get a wink of sleep, for fear that those lizards would come near to us. When we told our host the next morning we had lizards in the room and described what happened, they laughed so hard we could only join in and laugh too as they explained about geckos. Suffice it to say, we didn’t give the geckos any further thought for the remainder of our stay.
In retrospect, Trinidad and Tobago lived up to our expectations and more. We were young, impressionable and enjoyed every minute of our stay in that Republic. I’m sure much has changed since our visit but the adage is still true, “The more things change the more they stay the same.” If you take a trip there today you will certainly find roti, callaloo, buss-up-shot, carnival, calypso, soca, hummingbirds, cricket at the oval, and many other interests that help to make up this vibrant destination. I enjoyed looking back on this vacation and recounting it to you, so don’t hold back on your comments. Who will be the first?
Today new security measures are being implemented for all inbound flights to the USA. The travel process includes: screening passengers, checking laptops/electronics, thorough questionings, etc. What does it all mean for travelers in terms of safety, packing, and check-in times?
Obviously safety is the number one priority that is driving this new demand. Airports and airlines in every country around the world, like it or not, are scrambling to make the necessary adjustments to comply with these US demands. These new measures, considered by many to be a direct outpour of the travel ban against several predominantly Muslim countries adopted earlier this year, will enhance security. It is therefore needless to say, that every passenger, anywhere in this world, would undeniably agree that when flying, their safety is paramount.
Packing is a sore spot of contention for me (especially traveling to see relatives) when my bags always weigh more than the allotted 50 pounds. Still, I am well aware there are rules to be followed and I usually fall in line. After today, I will now have to consider how important it is for me to add my electronics, laptop, iPad, etc. to my checked luggage. I don’t know how comfortable you feel about that, but I believe most people don’t like the idea of packing their electronic valuables into there checked bags for fear of theft. Yes, this is a reality. I’ve seen enough hidden camera’s exposé on the subjects of “baggage tampering” and “missing valuables” not to be fearful of a similar likelihood happening to me.
What is one to do if one’s electronics are missing from their checked bags? Is the answer more insurance coverage? Will we see a proliferation of missing electronics insurance claims? Let’s wait to see what happens on that score. To avoid packing electronics, maybe this could be a new entrepreneurial “Amazon International” opportunity (short-term electronics rental stores) for travelers to and from the US. Contact me for the details (being facetious).
Airport check-ins as it stands can be a hassle at times. You must be checked-in two hours prior to boarding for international flights. Some countries are already requesting travelers bound for the USA to check-in up to three hours ahead of their flight schedule. This course of action must be taken to expedite the newly adopted screening process, and on top of that, passengers are warned to expect delays.
My plans to carry my favorite electronics on my upcoming trip will now be pared down to one or two items. I suppose that by the time I’m ready to return to the USA from my travels abroad, I will not encounter much delays or processing hiccups. It will have all become a seamless process, much like taking off my shoes, belt, jacket, etc. at the TSA check point.
What are your thoughts on these new measures? Drop me your comment on “to check or not to check electronics.”
As always, thanks for reading.
The countdown is on!
On my projected vacation page ‘coming to a place near you’, I have selected Ecuador and Peru as the destinations to close out my travels for 2017. I am now 43 days away from fulfilling that plan. I have chosen Ecuador specifically to visit the Galápagos Islands, and Peru to visit Machu Pichu and the Sacred Valley. I can barely wait to see nature’s wonders in this part of the hemisphere.
I can feel the pressure building as I start to compile a checklist and gather all my must-haves to take with me. So, to help me manage my anxiety and excitement I will follow a simple plan. I’ll prioritize what I need to focus on each week as the departure date draws nearer. Here is my checklist of all that I must complete prior to leaving.
Did I leave anything out that may be important to this trip? Tell me if I did in the comment section, and I’ll let you know if it has been added to the list.
Southwest Airlines Flight 5427 from Houston to New York.
Cabin stewards Anthony, Clarence and Frank took away the blues everyone may have been feeling that evening.
It had been raining all day. The weather was showing some solidarity with my mood. I had flown from San Antonio to connect in Houston bound for New York. I was leaving family members behind and heading Northeast, not knowing when I would see my loved ones again. I was sad.
Due to a boarding irregularity (the lights along the jet bridge not working) we were delayed with the hope that the matter would be resolved quickly. With an hour to spare, I wandered aimlessly into the nearby shops browsing the shelves and began to wonder what would make people pay high prices for tchotchkes. That is another blog posting for another time.
While waiting to board, airport personnel found a viable solution to the unexpected anomaly. We were switched from gate 33 to gate 32. In no time the boarding process began, everyone was seated and ready for take off.
Then the show began.
Our all male cast (stewards) made everyone on board forget about the delay. They managed to deliver their safety monologue, a serious message, in a humorous way. I believe they used their class act and humor to charm their captive audience. It worked. From the chatter and occasional laugh I could tell there was a sense of ease the entire trip.
We were told that steward Frank was in training and that he was on the job just a mere four days. If that was really true, he had found his calling. His jokes caused outburst of laughter and many times received an applause (we were certainly off, off, way off Broadway). Frank and his cohorts served the passengers with such flair that we forgot we were flying at an altitude of more than 35000ft. I don’t recall experiencing any turbulence on that flight as I did on the earlier flight from San Antonio to Houston, but maybe I was to busy laughing that I may have missed it.
Even though we arrived at our destination one hour later than scheduled, no one was rushing to get off the aircraft. People were still chatting with their neighbors and helping others with their bags from the overhead bins. This particular Southwest flight crew deserve special mention and a huge thanks for making the journey a memorable and lighthearted experience. Obviously they love what they do and that evening they took flight attending to another level. Thank you guys.
Today starts my ‘retrospection blogs’ series of countries I have visited many years ago and possibly won’t get a second chance to revisit. The first country I will reflect on is Venezuela.
Apropos, this embattled South American nation has been in the news for some time. Information of inner turmoil, food shortages, educational neglect, anti-government demonstrations and political fallout have been reported. The most recent diatribe is that they have been added to the list of banned nations whose citizens will not be allowed entry into the USA. My recollections should not to be considered a political gambit or posturing.
My introduction to the Latin culture began when I studied Spanish as a second language. The curriculum presented opportunities for interactions with the Venezuelan Cultural Center and its teachers which prompted my visit. So off I went on a fact finding mission to Venezuela.
I arrived at the Simón Bolívar International Airport eager to find out more about Venezuelans, practice my Spanish and learn more about their culture. En route to the hotel from the airport I could not help seeing the shanties. Not the welcoming sight I expected, but that image would soon give way to beautiful boulevards, tree-lined streets, plazas, and pedestrian only avenues. Even though my understanding of Spanish was good, not fluent, I wasn’t quite prepared for the onrush of the language. I couldn’t understand a thing. It took me a day or two to adjust to the accent and delivery speed. After a while and for obvious reasons, I realized speaking with children was a lot easier than talking with adults.
I rode the metro train to popular places like Chacaito and Sabana Grande (pedestrian only avenues geared for fashionista shopping), Plaza Venezuela (a public square for relaxation) and Parque del Este (an oasis in the heart of the city) just to name a few. I recall the very first time I exchanged US dollars at the cambio for Bolivars (local currency). I received so much money I felt like I had become an instant millionaire.
CULTURE AND CUISINE
Outside a building I noticed a large group of people. Curiosity got the better of me, so I inquired on what was going on. I was invited to go inside and to my surprise I discovered it was a cinema. We sat down to watch the film and every time I laughed the audience laughed a few seconds later. I then realized while I laughed at the jokes in real-time, it took them a few seconds to read the Spanish subtitles. Back then only English films were shown.
The food was another interesting revelation. Three major cuisine staples that were prevalent in most restaurants, or at least it seemed so to me, was Paella (rice dish flavored with mussels, seafood and peppers); Arroz con pollo (rice and chicken); and Arepas (a maize flour dough made into little cakes) eaten at breakfast, lunch and dinner. Even McDonalds offered Arepas as a side-order.
I would often stop to watch young and old couples salsa dance in the plazas. There I learned to perfect my salsa moves because of my willingness as a volunteer partner.
IN THE CLOUDS
Venezuela boasted a gondola lift (Teleférico de Cararas) which transported small groups of people to El Ávila Mountain. It took about 15 minutes to reach the top. The cable operator stopped the car I rode in half way up and allowed us to feel the gentle bounce on the cables for a few seconds. The feel of the gravitational pull evoked an un-rehearsed unanimous gasp. Scary? Undoubtedly. I must say we we were given a heads-up, as well as, an adrenaline rush. At the top of El Ávila the views of the city of Caracas and the surrounding valley below were breathtakingly spectacular. Occasionally, clouds would descend and block the view below. Telescopes along the perimeter allowed for a better view of the city and its neighboring communities like Galipán – known for its exotic flower industry, and Macuto.
My trip to Venezuela was short, sweet and unforgettable. Indeed, recounting this particular travel has brought back fond memories. Back then, I didn’t have an itinerary plan, cell phone, iPad, laptop or even a simple map, but only a Kodak camera. Google and the internet were not a part of my travel experience. I simply relied on communicating with the people around me. I am sure many things may have changed since my initial visit many years ago, but for now, I will continue to keep alive the memories of the Venezuela I once knew.
Choosing your ideal seat on-board an aircraft is still a big deal, at least to some people.
We all know that whether you sit in first class, coach, right side or left side of the plane we will all arrive to our destination at the same time. So what makes one seat more prized over another? One may never know the answer to this question since all answers would be subjective. Aircraft seats are made of the same materials. Therefore whether you are in first class or coach you can rest assured your derriere is sitting on the same floatation device that makes up your seat.
Then, what is it that makes the difference? Barring all the individual amenities that now come with the average seat (TV screen, device outlets, entertainment, Wi-Fi access, etc.), there are still some basic irritants that still exists.
I asked a few friends who travel for leisure and business of their seating preference and the ensuing discussion led to varying points of view. All agreed though, and I’m sure you would too, that the supreme preference would be a window seat in first class. Well, only those who could afford these pricey seats on the passenger list would sit in those enviable spots, leaving the other seats up for grabs. Being first is always a highly desirable position and every seat in first class is easily coveted by those sitting in coach. As you pass through this section, these privileged passengers may already have drinks in hand, laptops/tablets or books opened, appear to be relaxed and ready for takeoff. Agreeably they paid a higher price and deserve to be treated to the best service, space, comforts and luxuries that money can buy.
So, lets look at the pros and cons of the seats in coach.
Pros: Being able to have an aerial view of the landscape at takeoff and landing is what every passenger loves to do. You can prop to one side if you fall asleep without disturbing your neighbor. Your control of the window shade is another privilege.
Cons: The down side comes when the passenger next to you leans in for a better view too. At inopportune times you have to disturb two persons to go to the toilet. You have to reach across and invade your fellow passenger’s space to accept your food or hand over your garbage.
2. Second runner up is the aisle seat. This position has some benefits to it.
Pros: More leg room if you nonchalantly extend your legs out to the side. A clear path to the exit. You do not have to obstruct or disturb the sleeping ones next to you when you want to get up.
Cons: You are always reached over, allowing the stewardesses’ body to possibly come to close to your face. You may have to periodically get up from your seat to accommodate those heading towards the lav. You may be bumped by a passing passenger, banged by the drinks cart or smacked in the head by the dangling foot of a toddler in arms.
3. The middle seat is that seat everyone loves to hate. Here are some reasons to support this. You may have more.
Pros: There are none! Except if you are sitting among family or friends.
Cons: You are sitting in close proximity between two complete strangers. This uncomfortable position can be further exacerbated when one or both passengers on either side begin to subtly fight you for the armrest space. Another is the neighbor who falls asleep and encroaches on your already limited space. Sitting in the middle presents the likelihood that you will have to disturb your aisle seat-mate at some point in the journey on your ‘I had too much to drink’ relieve run.
I have had the privilege of sitting in first class, on both international and domestic flights but not as much as I would like. Of course I relished the luxury afforded me there, but whether in first class or coach, my ultimate choice is always the window seat. I may not always get my desired seat, so no matter where I sit, to make my trip a positive experience and an enjoyable one, I practice these simple techniques:
As an itinerary planner I am always interested in learning the seating preference of my clients. It helps me to make solid recommendations so they too can have the best travel experience possible. Please tell me in the comment section of your seating preference (aisle, middle or window) and why. Mention a bizarre seating experience en route to your destination if you’ve had one. Would love to hear it all.
Running through airports seems to be my thing. No matter how early I arrive, I am always scrambling to get to my gate with just a few minutes to spare before boarding. There was only one time that I can recall, a thanksgiving day, when I leisuredly strolled to my gate and had the chance to sit and relax. I guess everyone else was dining at their thanksgiving buffet while I was busy catching my flight.
What causes the delay? Mostly the long lines I encounter at check-in. I often feel afraid I will not make it through the lines in time for the flight. I have witnessed instances where check-in personnel would come up to the line and ask if they were persons on line to fast-track since their flight was about to board. The up and down curving lines, sometimes three or four rows deep can be a bit daunting. My theory is that the winding lines make you dizzy, and by the time you reach the TSA agent you are so confused from going around and around, if asked, you might just give them a wrong name. Don’t read too much into this, it’s just a theory. 😀.
Seriously, I do hate the long lines. Many airports have found the solution to this by using self check-in kiosks. This is great, until you realize a few are broken, or there may be a cue for the few that actually work. What a bummer. Is it just me? Do you notice these things too? I am not painting every airport with a broad brush and certainly my suggestions below are not a one size fit all solution.
This year’s top 10 airports are truly wonderful (I have passed through half of them). They may be so ascribed for their abundant services, architectural beauty, preferred guest lounges, finest eateries, luxury retail shops, sterile clean restrooms (if there is such a thing), whatever. These are all great, but since no one surveyed me, I would like to go on record to state what I would like to see at an airport when I arrive. Nothing crazy or unheard of, but rather simple and should be a basic consideration at every airport:
My list can go on and on to the point where it may sound like I need a personal valet too. Lol. I appreciate the finer things in life but I am not always in a position to afford them. However, I still need to give some credit to the check-in process, because I have always managed to board my flights for my destination on-time.
Fellow bloggers what are your airport peeves? I may not have a solution for them but would love to hear them nonetheless.
Almost every US state and most foreign countries have adopted a logo or slogan as part of their marketing strategy to entice prospective visitors to come to their locale. You maybe familiar with catchphrases such as “Virginia is for Lovers” for the state of Virginia, “Live Free or Die” for the state of New Hampshire, and “The Last Frontier” for Alaska just to mention a few. I am not aware of a survey that quantifies how many tourist actually visit a country or state based on the logo or slogan they may have seen or heard. Even though a slogan may be recognizable, I firmly believe that it is not what draws tourist to a particular place. It is not even given consideration when planning itineraries. In fact, many may not even know of the country’s tourism campaign until they arrive at their destination.
On some of my trips they have been a few logos and slogans that have caught my attention, mostly because they resonated with me in an appealing way. Either the slogan captures the essence of what their country is all about in just a few words, and I get it, or the graphic is clear, effective and accomplishes its task in conveying the intended message.
If you plan to visit the World Travel Market in London on November 6 – 8, you certainly will get to see many logos and slogans, as well as, meet country representatives and possibly receive giveaways that will bare their subtle messages of enticements. It is estimated that 51,000 travel professionals will attend this year to promote their country’s tourism vision. Over 5000 exhibit booths will display and showcase all things travel related. Other regions worth visiting for the three day event that brings together the travel industry and trade networks are: Africa, Arabia Travel Market, Asia, and Latin American.
Freelance travel blogging for companies or just blogging about my personal travels is something I’ve always dreamed about. One day I went to my former manager for advice on becoming a blogger. I thought I had potential and maybe a little talent too 😀. So, I got my courage up and went to his office. I knew I was placing myself in a vulnerable position as I outlined my personal interests and reasons why I wanted to become a blogger.
My boss was an accomplished writer and communicator. His work was respected and his opinion valued. The meeting was scheduled on his calendar for more than a week. As the date drew nearer, my anticipation rose to levels of excitement that I could barely contain myself. I sooooooo looked forward to that meeting. I thought for sure I would get some rock solid guidance and a firm nod of approval. After all, we both worked in the communications field.
His secretary offered me a seat in his conference room. We exchanged pleasantries until I felt it was time to introduce the main reason for my being there, which in my opinion, was to seek his expert counsel. In retrospect, it took some courage for me to express to him my interest in pursuing a different type of communication.
What if he didn’t think it was a good idea. What if he fired me on the spot. I had not considered these scenarios and I’m glad I didn’t. Ignorance is truly bliss. I had placed complete faith and trust that my manager would be encouraging, would catch my vision, would possibly be my mentor or recommend one, and would give a tip or two on how to get started as a blogger. Instead, what he said to me caused my excitement to sink like lead in a hot air balloon.
“Blogging has become nothing but a lot of noise, he said. It is hard to hear anything worthwhile with so much noise.” I’m sure much more reasons were given that I can’t recall now, but after those fateful words I began to have second thoughts. Usually, I am not easily dissuaded. However, I was thrown into a capability funk which I could not shake for a few months. I was completely disappointed to say the least. You see, in actuality, I was questioning my skills and talent as a writer and needed some validation. Bad mistake. Since he was a seasoned communicator, and I believed, a visionary, I did not anticipate such lousy advice coming from him.
Suffice it to say, I have gotten over that inept counsel and have since become a blogger, a travel blogger at that, and loving it. Yes, my dream was deferred because of second guessing myself after that meeting. I do not share his views on equating blogging to noise, but he is entitled to his opinion. My blog is a way for me to express myself, share my opinion, and offer my expertise as an itinerary planner. Therefore, just so you know, I’m going to be making a whole lot of noise using my blogger’s voice.
Here are a few lessons learned from this experience:
1). Be careful whom you share your dreams and aspirations with, they may turn out to be nothing but dream-dashers.
2). Believe in yourself and your God-given skills and talent
3). It is okay to defer your dream but never give it up
4). Pursue your dreams and ignore the naysayers
I have many travel stories to tell so blogging is the perfect forum for me. This month I will begin a blog series where I will highlight a country I visited, back in the day, before all this technology was available to me. I may be dating myself here, but that’s alright. Thank you for reading my blog and listening to my brand of ‘noise.’