I believe that the world is like a book and those who do not travel read only one page.  As the pages of my life’s book unfold, I revisit so many cherished experiences and memories.

In Isan, the remote northeast part of Thailand,  I never imagined I’d be so up close and personal with an elephant! As the Mahout and I mounted our sweet pachyderm and clomped off through a deep forest and then into a fast-moving river, the Mahout surprised me by leaping off, leaving me to ride on solo (terrified at first, the ride just got better and better!)….Another ride, this time in Kauai on a rickety old ATV, through dense vegetation (where the TV series “Lost” is made) and dirt roads riddled with valley-deep potholes.  Lost? Yes, I felt very lost as I held on for dear life, my clothes utterly mud-soaked and my goggles so splattered with dirt that they were useless.  Back in my hotel room, I couldn’t get into the shower fast enough.  It was the most satisfying shower I’d ever had!...

Wandering through Tallinn’s beautifully preserved medieval Old Town, I dined at Olde Hansa on organic, farm-fresh food typical of what might have been served back in the 17th century….Another memory of dining , this time in Burgundy  at Marc Meneau’s Michelin 3-star restaurant L’Esperance and sampling wines from his vineyard in a cool, dark  cellar…..Spending a lazy afternoon by the pool at Lucca’s Villa Buonvisi, watching Rufus, the estate’s resident German Shepherd amuse us with his antics….

 

I remember the great terrace of Allegro, the restaurant of the Four Seasons in Prague, gazing at a fairytale castle on a distant hill…

 

 

 

More dreamy gazing – dining al fresco at a table set with linens, crystal and silver, breakfasting at The Blue Hayes in St. Ives, Cornwall.  The vista before us - the Celtic Sea shimmering in the morning sun…

 

 

Still another balcony, this time my view being nothing less than the grand Atlantic Ocean as I stepped out of my stateroom on the Royal Caribbean and was overcome by the beauty of the setting sun on the water, all mauve, pink and gold….

And sure enough, my travels led me to meet a tall, dark, handsome stranger – a diver in Barbados.  I can’t forget his bemused smile when I asked if I could photograph him.  He acquiesced, and now I have both his photo and my thoughts of that moment which live on….  Memories, misty, watercolored memories…of the way it all was.  So, I’ll throw off the bowlines, sail away from the safe harbor, catch the trade winds in my sails and continue to explore, dream and discover.