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Visiting Montevideo was incidental to our trip to the beaches and countryside of Uruguay. The experience of place while traveling is intense, but limited. Although our awareness is heightened by the lack of familiarity, we don't really see that much on a short visit. The desire to interpret

How we accidentally had our best trip ever We woke up that Wednesday morning from the best sleep either of us had enjoyed in years. My husband, Randy, usually feels so excessively groggy in the morning that we paid several thousand dollars to find out he does not have sleep

I got home a few days ago. I started my big trip hoping to accomplish a change in my health habits. Although it certainly was not the before and after story I hoped to create, maybe I nudged my health habits in the right direction. That feels like something of

I made it to California with the travel trailer, truck and dogs intact. I have a few dings myself, but everything else got here just fine. When I think of my earlier optimism about how I would take care of myself on the trip, it seems charmingly naive. For the

I just read yet another pilgrim's account of the Camino de Santiago, Off the Road: A Modern-Day Walk Down the Pilgrim's Route into Spain by Jack Hitt. Even though I have only the vaguest of notions that I might someday walk a long path, I read

The old port cities of the American south are mysterious places. New Orleans and Savannah wear their cloaks of charming intrigue proudly. Perhaps surprisingly, the use of this unusual spiritual atmosphere in visitors' bureaus advertisements doesn't seem to weaken the feeling that other dimensions are closer to

I mentioned in an earlier post that I wanted to try and write poems to help focus my attention on my surroundings and improve my memory of travel. Photographs can capture reminders, but too often I'm not fully present in the location when I take the photo. Maybe