Welcome to
the next adventure! One of my great
loves since I was a very young child was travel. Before there were the Griswolds and the
family truckster, there were my parents.
Every summer, we would pack up the oversized beige Stationwagon that my
parents purchased used for a song, pull out the maps and chart a course to
cover the approximately 900 miles to reach the little town in Michigan where
both my parents grew up, only a mile and a half apart, yet never meeting until
college, but that’s another story. My
grandmothers still lived in this little town which hadn’t evolved since the
early seventies and each trek was like a step back in time, not only because of
the Brigadoon-like existence of this small mid-west municipality but also
because along the way we would stop at every road stop, perusing the wall of
brochures for all the off the beaten path local haunts and hovels. As we upgraded to our Speedwagon camper van
with attachable side tent, our trips grew longer, less focused on the
destination, more centered on the journey.
Some of my favorite memories and family myths evolved from these
sojourns and finally, when I was in high school I took my first trip
overseas. I was hooked.
What’s funny
is, since stepping out on my own on this quest for independence, I have become
painfully aware of how the world, particularly the world of travel isn’t
intended for independence. I want to
change that, one SINGLEMARRIEDGIRL at a time.
So what follows will be a new kind of travel blog. It is, quite literally, my takes on the
world. Stories, quips and tips from the
road not less traveled, but recently discovered.
