Welcome to my brand new blog and my very first post. If you found your way here by googling travel, travelling, travelling granny or just plain granny welcome to my little corner of the world! If you found your way here by googling granny pants and were expecting a bevy of lovely grannies in their panties sorry to disappoint you and good luck in your search. Now on with why I'm here.
I love to travel. It was a gift from my mother, a teacher. My very first travel adventure happened when I was sixteen years old. My grandmother had passed away and had left a small inheritance, just enough for my mother to take my fourteen-year-old sister and I on a six week trek to Europe. Yes there were bills to pay and clothes to buy but she had her priorities; nothing was more important, more educational, more spiritually warming than travel. Of course, at the time, I was in love the way 16-year-olds are in love, and I was going to be dragged, kicking and screaming, across Europe. I was going to stay in my hotel room and write letters to Gary. I was going to hate every moment and would count the days until I returned home to his loving arms. And then the plane landed at London's Heathrow Airport. Gary Who?
Using the book, Europe on Five Dollars a day and armed with our Euro-rail passes we set out on an adventure of a life time. London, Paris, Rome, Venice, Vienna, Hungary, Barcelona, Tosa Del Mar, Tangiers. We slept in youth hostels, in hotel staff quarters, on trains and in train stations. We laughed, we cried, we fought. Did I mention it was an adventure of a lifetime?
And I fell in love the way 16-year-olds do - with Charles in London, Walter in Vienna, Franco in Spain, an Italian soldier in Venice and Mijido in Tangiers. And when it was time to leave I promised them I would love them forever, that I would sit in my hotel room and cry every night and one day I would find my way back to them no matter what. I never did make it back to Europe though it is definitely on my Bucket List, but I have been blessed in such a way that I have been able to travel. And like my mother, there were bills to pay and clothes to buy.
In a few days I am off to Isla Mujeres (a small Island off of Cancun) with my husband. I've bought myself a little netbook, I have a cool little digital camera so I am ready to blog away live from Isla. In the meantime, I am going to be playing with this Blogger thingy to learn my way around it so be prepared for changes. Hopefully I don't blow anything up.
