My dad sometimes calls me Carmen San Diego. He’s been doing it for years, but it seems even more fitting these days. On those long-term travel trips, sometimes, even the traveler doesn’t know what or where comes next. The act of exploring or finding one’s way is pivotal in the journey. The explorer in me has been speaking louder and louder since we began this cross-country jaunt. I always knew she was there – she always did have things to say and she’s never been quiet. I imagine it was that same little explorer who helped me step on the plane for my first overseas flight, who helped me sit in the infectious disease doctor’s office to get that unpleasant Yellow Fever vaccination, and to convince me that no matter the anti-malarial meds necessary-travel is worthwhile. She’s always been a fan of water and sand, but more recently, that little voice has grown louder when it comes to hiking on land. Who knew there was a National Park in San Diego? Read the rest of this entry
As a former teacher, I can remember that feeling of knowing you made it to this month and how that was an accomplishment in itself. The calendar turns to the start of summer and the countdown of school days left reaches single digits. Seniors see graduation in the near future while the insanity that is June hits all parts of the school community. Finals and proms, retirement parties and banquets, inductions and picnics, yearbooks and report cards and everything in between make their way through the districts. Read the rest of this entry
Embrace the sun – Soak up the Vitamin D – Live in the moment – Go outside and play
These phrases all bounced around my head this weekend. As photos of another Northeastern blizzard bombarded my Facebook pages, we jumped head first into San Diego’s outdoor lifestyle. Except for the time we lived in Melbourne, I can’t remember another February that I was this active. All of my other Februarys have been spent huddled under blankets, swaddled under layers and layers of thermals and sweats and drinking as much tea as my bladder could handle (amidst one week of fabulous sunshine). This one is different. This one we get to be outside. It may seem silly, but for me, the weather makes all the difference.
It’s done. Our three and a half week cross-country road trip has landed us in San Diego, California. This journey was more than accommodations, food, photos and ticks on a map. This trip, that I’ve always wanted to do, proved even more meaningful than I had first thought. Yes, we traveled through twenty-two states, visited many gorgeous national parks, sang with country music stars at the Grand Ole Opry and celebrated Christmas with thousands in Las Vegas, but still, it was much more. Read the rest of this entry