African Safari – pt 4; I Thought You Were Supposed to Protect Me

Returning from the evening safari, we showered and came out to a crackling campfire and cocktails. Christopher and Eddie were thrilled that we’d already seen the “Big Five” on our first day (elephant, rhino, cape buffalo, lion, leopard). Soon, all of the men who’d greeted us earlier started chanting a hypnotic African song and dancing…

African Safari – pt 5; Ho Hum

We were seeing all of the usual suspects, and I began to feel bad that I could be so nonchalant about a galloping herd of impalas alongside me. We were almost yawning, “yeah, impalas – and just beyond them, topi.” Ho hum. We’d mumble, “uh huh, uh huh,” whenever the guides would tell us that,…

African Safari – pt 6; Hopping in Blankets

  And then, of course, there were the Cheetahs. They may be the fastest animals on earth, but on the days we saw them, they were very relaxed and playful. Some cubs were climbing in a tree while their mother napped nearby. I should say, rather, they were TRYING to climb the tree. Cheetahs aren’t…

Cruising with a Mini Mob

Many “real” travelers poo pooh cruises, saying cruising is a form of cheating. Well, I consider myself a real traveler, and I have enjoyed cheating nine times. Ok, I enjoyed seven of the nine. My latest cruise, around South America, may very well be my last sea cruise. Of the 2,100 passengers on this two-week…

Being Productive in Paradise

I’m trying to get some work done, but keep getting distracted by kayaks, fishing boats, sailboats, pelicans, seagulls – oh wait, here is an otter mom and her baby – and always, that big ole rock. I’m in my Mobile Office today, and we’re parked by the Marina on the Embarcadero, a few steps from…

Seein’ Alla Nay-Chuh Outta Window

Clutching my plastic green suitcase I climbed onto the train, pretending that I was a sophisticated lady as I placed my white-gloved hand into the porter’s. “An’ where we travelin’ to today, miss?” he asked, reaching for my ticket. “All the way to Stockton, sir,” I replied, straightening my ruffled dress and hitching my sagging…

Good Things in Small Packages

Shoving my cards into the mail drop, I noticed a large hand grabbing them from the other side. “Now that’s service,” I laughed, as I peeked around the corner and into the small back office of the Olga, Washington post office. “That’s what I’m here for!” said the grinning man behind the counter. He said…

Good Enough for Me

“Do you want this to go to the 16-year-old who was in a terrible motorcycle accident, or the 89-year-old man who is anemic and struggling?” “Who has fewer donors?” I asked. “The 89-year-old. No one has signed up for him. A lot of folks have shown up for the young man,” said Marie, the matronly…

Life All Figured Out

Sunsets on Santorini, Greece, particularly from the city of Oia, are rumored to be the most spectacular in the world. So, during my four nights in Oia, I hiked to the most popular viewing posts two hours early, in order to secure a coveted perch where hundreds of tourists crowd onto specific rooftops, railings, and…

Who Knew Dog Poo Could Be a Positive Thing?

Izzi starts dancing circles around me as soon as I pull my blue tennies out of the closet…she knows these particular shoes mean WALKIES. And as we crest the hill on Highway One, the hill that reveals a stunning view of the entire hamlet and coastline of Cayucos, she starts whining, because she knows we…

When Life Hands You Sand Dollars…

Each time Izzi and I walk along Dog Beach in Morro Bay, the Ocean offers up a theme. Sometimes it’s a bounty of heart shaped rocks, or slipper shells, or a day filled with volumes of sea glass treasures. There might be a vast amount of seaweed one day, or orange scallop shells so tiny…

For the Halibut

The seas are so choppy, I have to hold on to the rail with one hand, as I clutch my fishing pole with the other. The small boat dips so low that all we see is a giant wall of water, then we rise so high that it feels like were on a mountain. The…