I always stress out before we leave on a trip. This month we are leaving for two and one half months. First stop Cuba, then Mexico for a month, then to the states to visit family and check on our house.
Planning for an extended trip is exhausting. It takes months of planning to book Airbnbs, transportation, and flights. Then, there is the planning for our housesitters, bills to pay ahead, etc.
Kava to the rescue! When we were in Fiji last November, I wanted to go to a Kava ceremony. Instead, our Airbnb hosts brought the Kava ceremony to us. The Fijian house keeper took us to the market to pick out the best Kava roots and coconut husk cups.
“Airplane travel is nature’s way of making you look like your passport photo.” — Al Gore
Isn’t that the truth? Purchasing airline tickets is a complicated digital-aged process. Adding the hours I search for the best routes and the lowest prices for airline tickets online, it totals 200 hours a year. That is over 8 days of searching for airline tickets!
Yes, we travel a lot! So, I thought I would give you some helpful ideas of where and how I buy our round-trip tickets from Nicaragua. I love Google Flights because it gives me more information than other travel search sites.
1. Find the cheapest months to fly.
In Google Flights, it is a breeze. Choose your location and destination and then select “flexible dates.”
Below is a flight from Managua to Los Angeles using a random date. And flexible dates from Liberia, Costa Rica to Los Angeles. So far, it looks like Managua has the cheaper flights to Los Angeles than from Liberia, Costa Rica. But, wait!
2. Choose an outbound flight to check the best flights according to the time of departure and the length of the flight. Continue reading →
We are passionate about travel…always have been…always will be. I’m back in the states digitizing my photos and I found the perfect photos to represent broken. While roaming through Portugal, we discovered the Capela dos Ossos ( Chapel of Bones) in Évora.
This small chapel was built in the 16th century by a Franciscan monk, who wanted to send the message that life is transitory. A broken skeleton dangles near the entrance, reminding all who enter that “Better is the day of death, than the day of birth.”
“To travel is to live.” ― Hans Christian Andersen, The Fairy Tale of My Life: An Autobiography
I am consumed by wanderlust, nourished by voyages and treks regarded as less than desirable in popular tourist guides, and gorged with peregrination. Traveling is my life. I am lucky in love to have found a partner who shares my enthusiasm and passion for the roads less traveled.
Yet, I often wonder, “Why us?” Neither sets of our parents or grandparents, had the urge to jump into an exotic new life, even temporarily. They were content to stay on their farms, or the small towns in which they lived. They reacted to our gypsytoes with nervous, worried, and dismayed comments. My mother insisted on telling her church companions that we were missionaries in Nicaragua. Ron’s father scratched his head with puzzlement, “Why would anyone ever want to leave home?”
We just returned to Ometepe Island from a marathon of airports…18 to be exact. In two weeks! I enjoy taking night photos, and I had plenty of time riding red eye flights across the U.S. to snap a few good shots. Let’s light up the night sky together.
Our visit to Yosemite, Lake Tahoe, and Reno has been a vacation of endurance. Arriving in Yosemite National Park to visit our son and his fiancé, firefighters used natural barriers of granite walls to help contain 4,500 fire affected acres. Yosemite has backbone!
Upon entering the employee housing in Yosemite National Park, there are signs in the windows stating, “Don’t take Yosemite for Granite.” From our land of volcanoes to the land of granite peaks and mountains, we bask in the wonder of it all. Our son, Cory, is an interpretive naturalist in Yosemite.
Every time we visit this amazing park, we are so very grateful that our family lives in truly awe inspiring places where the world greets us at our doorsteps. Join me in some jaw dropping scenes from Yosemite. Wait, don’t leave yet! Photos ahead.
“Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lost memories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreams play when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done, do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home?” ― Nathan Reese Maher
I spent the weekend abandoned on Corn Island, Nicaragua. Adrift in my dreams…cast away upon the sea…unrestrained…uninhibited…empty of all thoughts except for…ONE LOVE… More abandoned.Keep reading.
“Life is short. If you doubt me, ask a butterfly. Their average life span is a mere five to fourteen days.” ~ Ellen DeGeneres
I made my bucket list when I was 21 years old. I had a Nothing Journal ( if you are a Baby Boomer, you may remember the Nothing Journals) where I would sketch my longings and desires. Included in my sketches:
1. A cabin in the woods….check
2. A loving heart…check
3. A marriage certificate…check (We’ve been married 37 38 years)
4. A backpacking trip and travel, travel, travel…check
5. An advanced degree…check
7. A peace sign…still working on that one
8. A tropical island…check
9. A Datsun Z…never got that car
10. A St. Bernard…never got a St.Bernard either, but I’ve had numerous pets
My bucket list included living without regrets, always taking a second chance, and learning to forgive. Now that I’m officially retired, my bucket list is shorter, and so is life.
Below are two highlights I crossed off my bucket list.
Olive Ridley Turtle Arribada This Olive Ridley is burying her eggs in a downpour.
Monarch butterfly sanctuary near Ocampo, Mexico.
If you were a butterfly for a day, what would you put on your bucket list?
“Make your lives a masterpiece, you only get one canvas.” ― E.A. Bucchianeri, Brushstrokes of a Gadfly
My life’s masterpiece is a colorful mixture of paints and a work in progress.
My heart is my paintbrush. The entire universe is my canvas. I am learning to let go…to defy gravity…to dare ecstasy…to fly by the seat of my paint covered pants. I want to blaze my own trail… to transcend what people tell me is impossible…to learn from my failures. Each of us creates a unique signature of our lives. One small part of the masterpiece of my life hangs above my kitchen wall, created with radical curiosities, a loving friend, laughter, contemplation, and tranquility in our troubled world. What does the masterpiece of your life look like behind the scenes?