Nearly two weeks have passed since I returned from my 2011 Walkabout to Chile and Argentina. I have tried to tell my stories numerous times, but none of my storytelling sessions have done the trip or the precious views justice. As I continue to collect my thoughts, stories, and search through my pictures of Torres del Paine National Park, Grey’s Glacier, the Andes, Mendoza’s foothills, river, and vineyards, as well as Buenos Aires’ chique tango dancers, I wanted to give you a glimpse of what has transformed into my signature photo to my friends, family, and followers. This picture scenario has and will continue to serve as my photo GPS OR a Ms Traveling Pants’ digital self-portrait…Walkabout Completed – Backpack stowed, but boots and dreams
After traveling many corners of the world such as camping in the Sahara with camels, scaling the walls of the Coliseum in Rome, zip-lining in Costa Rica, and running the Boston Marathon, my traveler’s luck ran out late last month on September 27th. Finally, after all of my adventuring and evening hiking a 3,100 ft mountain the day before, a naughty tree in my driveway in Poughkeepsie, New York (Hudson Valley just 1.5 hours outside of NYC) decided to fall on me.
Ms Injured Pants – Tackled by Tree in New York
When you go to Rome there are certain sights that just cannot be missed: the Sistine Chapel, Vatican, Spanish steps, many of the gelato stores, and of course the Coliseum.
My first and only time to Rome was on a very quick 2 day visit in late December about ten years ago. I remember it being a absolutely beautiful city to walk enjoying the architecture, historical ruins, gelato (did I mention that already), and of course art. However, the mobs of tourists made it rather unpleasant. Traveling with my trusty companions from the night in the Turkish Brothel, we all loved Rome, but were amazed at how long the lines were for the Vatican, Sistine Chapel, and the hordes of people amongst the Pantheon ruins.Scaling the Coliseum Walls
Yes, the holidays are upon us and another year is coming to an end. The time to think of past holidays, the year in review, and reminisce is here. So, let me share with you a “Christmas Eve to Remember” some ten years ago in Izmir, Turkey.
I was traveling with three seasoned travelers over the winter holiday break. One was a classmate going to school with me in Madrid, but from Indiana. Her name was Chandra. And the other two were Chandra’s friends from Indiana; however, both were Russian born, Katia and Natalia.A Christmas Eve to Remember