So I have until the end of the month to make a deposit on the amazing trip to India in October.
If I can not make the trip, I am gifting myself the birthday present of a less expensive trip to here: https://kripalu.org/ for a writers retreat.
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My guidebooks for India though are taunting me, wanting to be seen.
Last year at this time, I was in the midst of preparation.
My free time was spent researching, mapping out and planning my trip to Thailand, Cambodia and Myanmar. The trip of a lifetime and a dream come true!
Today, I am conflicted with the possibility to go somewhere I have always envisioned. A place a dear friend of mine went to and returned with stories and gifts for me, a few I wore on my wedding day.
The place is India and over the weekend I learned of an upcoming trip set for October with a group of fellow travel women.
What do you do when the opportunity to be the woman in the picture above awaits a decision?
Every time a piece of mine is published, I get the giddy excitement of a child.
I think there is nothing wrong with that.
Sometimes, you gotta be your own cheerleader…
Two pieces were published this week and I am happy as a clam.
This weekend I went to see The King and I as well as Banff Film Festival downtown. As I entered and exited both events, I was could not get over the crowds up and down the streets.
Years ago, everything was closed by 7. The streets were practically empty aside for a few spectators for events.
My friends and I would never suggest hanging out a bar there or going to dinner anywhere, just did not happen.
Over the past few years though, the revitalization of the area is amazing. The streets are alive once again, just as they were years before. Lights shine for plays, new eateries and the ones which survived the years of bleakness are still prominent and with the history of Pittsburgh.
There are at least twenty tabs open on my computer, and all of them are work related.
From left to right my daily tasks are aligned. Voicemails to emails, tracking information, to web sites to check out.
Lonely planet is in there along with Amazon, writing queries and Southwest Airlines.
I am fortunate and as the sun shines in this late afternoon, eight hours is long enough.
Others may find the idea of being home so much distracting. I find I have never got as much done in my life and in my pajamas.
So I have lived in Pittsburgh for over ten years now and have been labeled a “Yinzer” 🙂
When I saw a Kickstarter pledge for Rick Sebak’s new project, I had to share it.
He is not only the voice of Pittsburgh, but also a wonderful person. I had the honor of pouring him his coffee on the way to WQED when I worked at a coffeeshop in Squirrel Hill.
I am more than a little bit of a fan and cannot wait for this program.
On this visit to California, the weekend held a visit to the Bowers Museum in Orange County to see the Frida Kahlo exhibit of her pictures.
I WAS MESMERIZED!
The images are haunting, breathtaking and tell so much about her life, the pain and fun she endured and enjoyed.
Unfortunately taking photographs of the exhibit is prohibited, otherwise I would be able to share the wonderful images, forever frozen in time.
I very much recommend a visit to the museum, not only for the beauty of Frida, but the museum holds so much knowledge and wonder.
The history of California, the life of the South Pacific including a few awe-shocking wows.
Saturday evening we spent at Venice Beach although the fog prevented us from sitting on the beach.
I loved the eeriness of the ferris wheel, the lights illuminating from the fog. If you can forget about what the fog entails though, truly you can imagine a pirate ship nearby with ghostly inhabitants.