The most frequent question I’m asked once people learn I am a permanent traveler is “How do you figure out where to go?” The first time someone asked this question, I hesitated. Seriously? How can you NOT figure out where… Read More ›
nomadic retirement
Home at last in San Marcos La Laguna, Guatemala
Time. Where has it gone? We spent a relaxing, fun Christmas in Charlottesville with our entire family (including the featured addition, our new grandson, Jack Patrick). For my gift, I allowed myself not to worry about this blog. The family… Read More ›
Lessons from the Laundromat
During the month we lived in California, we stayed in a basement apartment in the affluent part of San Rafael. The home stood behind a locked gate. Our apartment behind a locked door. The washer and dryer locked behind a… Read More ›
Time to Head South
The last two mornings in Michigan, I scraped a heavy coating of frost from the car windshield. It was thick and crackly, like vanilla glaze poured over a donut. Since our rental came from Florida, we had no ice scraper,… Read More ›
Imagine
When I was a child, my father asked me not to buy the song Imagine. He didn’t want to give money to something which, in his mind, promoted the abolition of religion. This seemed odd to me; my father was… Read More ›
The World In Between 