What Now ?!

They ask me, “What was the high point, your favorite place after traveling alone for 300 days?” – There is no one answer or place, because, it was all GREAT. Yet, (closing eyes now) the memory of just me, standing alone in the African desert when everything dropped away, and all there was, was silence, - That was the best. - “Just walk”, he said, “Keep walking until you’re done,” was the command from the guide. Our group set off in different directions, walking on earth so cracked you’d think you were on Mars.

Mamma Mia!

Sometimes we do stupid things that sound really good at the time. Here’s one of mine. I made a vow to myself, “No men for 1 year.” Who needs it right? One year to focus on healing my heart and soul. Then I go to Italy! What a recipe for disaster.

Since it is true women are from Venus, I knew that once I let a man into my life, the emotions would return and distract. I tried... Hello, have you seen these guys? I would have to be made of stone to not want some of that.

Road Angels

Sometimes you can feel it when they’re near. People you just connect with. 2 months in and I wanted to tell you about some of these people that have me believing someone is watching over me.

Meet F. He was the first. F. is one of those travel bloggers whose sites have helped my research and planning. Turns out, he has family at the Jersey shore, and by ‘pure’ co-incidence, he was in town same time I was. So we met. I was able to pick his brain and learn so much.

Nonna = Love

Part of my extended family includes Carlo, who is a 1st gen Italian American, and his beautiful wife Denise. Carlo’s family has a fascinating history. His Mother, lovingly known as Nonna, saved her family from execution by Mussolini’s army after her convent was bombed when she was just 16. Also in their family tree is Giuseppe Leonardo Albanese, Albanian royalty and later Italian government leader who was sentenced to the guillotine in 1899. Can you imagine?

The Queen & The Musician

My sister Corrine swears she was born to the wrong family, hers was supposed to be one of royalty, ladies in waiting, a closet filled with designer shoes and crown jewels. I didn’t even mind that she always got to play the queen in our childhood games.  My story wouldn’t be complete without an article about my queen of a sister. 8 months ago, she declared a royal proclamation that forevermore; I would be welcome in her kingdom and could live in her castle for as long as I needed to.  This is how we became roommates.

Who Says You Can’t?

“It doesn’t matter where you are, it doesn’t matter where you go

If it’s a million miles aways or just a mile up the road

Take it in, take it with you when you go

Who says you can’t go home?”

…Bon Jovi

The beautiful area of Venice Florida was my latest home, but NJ is where my roots run deep.  Maybe this is why filling up on everything Jersey before my big trip is just a good idea.

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