Tag Archives: travel
Working at being grown up
Perhaps it’s the time of year? Steeped as we are, in the sometime sobriety of FebFast, having cannonballed past the dread festive season with its Auld Lang bloody Syne’s and associated reflection and resolution, talk turns to job satisfaction or lack … Continue reading
The Cabin in the woods – part 2
So to recap – My youngest daughter, D2, had returned for a second tenure working at a summer camp in Massachusetts. She had spent the previous American summer there and had fallen in love with the culture, the location and … Continue reading
The cabin in the woods – part one
I booked the majority of our recent trip to the States through a travel agent. The one section I decided to plan on my own was four days between New York and San Francisco. The idea was to find somewhere … Continue reading
Like a Tiger…
I am at that tiresome point in life where suddenly there is a compulsion to bemoan the dearth of quality made *insert item here * to all and sundry. It is entirely possible that we are chronologically predisposed to yearn … Continue reading
Cruising with George
I ‘m no fan of cruise ships. The Poseidon Adventure, Gilligan’s Island and The Love Boat all seemed to me to be perfectly valid reasons to avoid a floating holiday. Many of the contemporaries of my youth disagreed, however and … Continue reading
My brilliant career?
What do you want to be when you grow up? I always imagined the answer would appear as a lightning bolt of understanding sometime between finishing high school and death. Still waiting. On the upside I have a list of … Continue reading
Turning of the stone
Our honeymoon surpassed all my expectations. It was extraordinarily enjoyable and we shared many wonderful experiences. But it’s me we’re talking about – it was never going to be entirely without incident now, was it? You may recall the unfortunate … Continue reading
The Spa Treatment
I’m a sucker for a day spa. Give me a gift voucher with a spa menu to choose from and I’m one happy lady. I’m getting my Zen on from the moment I enter and some softly spoken, smiley young … Continue reading
Holiday
I confess to a level of apprehension approaching our impending holiday. Am I scared to fly? Not at all. Do I relish new experiences? Utterly. So what, I hear you ask, is the basis for my concern? My beloved and … Continue reading