Wander answers all your questions about family travel except "Are we there yet?"
Caravan In the early summer of 1972, my dad made a decision which would have a profound impact on our family life; He decided to buy a caravan. The decision was spurred no doubt by the events of our earlier camping holiday to the Lake District that year, or the ‘Easter Uprising’ as I like to call it. Much of the detail has been erased from my memory, (Trauma?) but essentially a huge storm blew up in the night, and almost took our tent, and us with it. Picture the scene from Wizard of Oz where Dorothy’s house is picked up by the Twister and carried far from Kansas, but replace the house with a 5 person family Tent ( called I believe rather optimistically “Weathermaster”.) and you won’t be too far off. I have vague recollections of my mum clinging to a tent pole while my sisters and I cowered in a corner. My dad ran around outside in the howling wind and rain with a mallet desperately trying to hammer in more pegs and shore up the fly sheet which was flapping around like a banshee. Suddenly a whole corner of the tent lifted, and we seemed to be about to take flight. “Ted, TED!’ I can’t hold it!” mum screamed! My dad poked through the front flap looking every bit as deranged as Jack Nicholson in the Shining but considerably wetter ( and holding a mallet not an axe.) My mums face was wet too, but I don’t know if that was rain or tears. Quickly assessing the imminent danger of ‘Lift Off’ he screamed instructions at us his wimpering offspring; Myles ( 8) “Get over in that corner! Quick! , Jackie (6) Over there!, Debi ( 18 months) Stay there!” ( I don’t think she could have moved even if she understood.). Then he disappeared back through the flap to redouble his manic hammering.
StoryWorth: A Book of Your Stories, One Question at a Time
Our daughter Leslie gave me a StoryWorth subscription for Christmas. I receive an email every morning that asks me a question about my life. I usually answer each question on my iPhone while I am drinking coffee in bed, before I start my day. Most people get one question a week, but I like to write, especially when the words flow right out of my head to the keyboard. At the end of the year, all the questions that I have answered will be the content of a hard copy book. Pictures can be included at the time of my post or at any time before printing my book.
A TRIP TO REMEMBER
There were so many days that Dominick and Natasha wanted to go on their adventure. But they could never getaway. There was always something going on. They were so busy that every month that passed there plains for this beautiful experience grew further and further away. Until one day, they both were fed up with their work and everything going on in their lives that they jumped in their car and took off driving out of the city.
My top hometown to visit
Hometowns bring back nostalgia of childhoods and simplicity. Sometimes they bring back sad memories. It is always in the eyes of the beholder. I have more than one hometown, per say, but the one I truly call home is deep in the mountains of North Carolina. A small quaint town called Banner Elk. My heart hurts, and trills at the same time for such a beautiful destination I get to call home.
Everyone paints themselves as victims in their stories because no one ever feels sorry for the villain. No ever stops to think that the villain is just a victim that never got rescued by the hero. Inside of every villain is a victim that just wanted to be saved. At least that's what I liked to tell myself whenever I felt bad about leaving home. My mother told me that when I was born, my eyes never stopped searching the room. Almost as if I was looking for something or someone specific. She named me Gypsy because of it, always telling people that from the moment I was born I was always searching for home. I guess that's one thing she got right. I always knew that home was more of a feeling, and less of a place. So although she hated when I ran away, she understood my need to be free. But freedom always comes at a price. A price that I’d be paying for the rest of my life.
I Traveled to Santo Domingo During Quarantine
The plane from New Jersey was packed, and we landed just outside of the Santo Domingo, en un aropuerto, and quickly exchanged our American dollars for Dominican pesos. The exchange rate is 57 pesos for every dollar. I exchanged $100 and we got in lines for customs.
A bit of me
As some of you know already, I live out of my RV. It's been a glorious yet trying year to say the least but the cats and I have managed. Between parking at KOA's, conservation areas, business and church parking lots and most recently, my current job; the cats and I have been fairly comfortable. It's my home. My refuge. My safe haven. The one place that will smell of chocolate chip cookies for 3 weeks after they’ve already been made.
A Place we can call Home
Everyone, well most of the people, love the idea of the travelling. They say that you only have one life. You only live once – make the most of it.
Visiting National Parks with Teens
Every teenager I know hears about a National Park like Zion or Sequoia and is immediately enthralled and ready for action.
Walking away, walking back again
It starts with me walking away from my family for a few hours. It finishes with us walking together on a journey that – hopefully – lasts much longer.
5 Essential Tips for an Awesome Florida Vacation
Are you looking to have a memorable holiday in the Sunshine State, Florida? Florida is a perfect vacation destination for Americans who are looking to escape the chilly winter weather of most Middle American states. It is also a great place to start your tour of the United States if you are a foreign traveler. Whether you are traveling alone or with friends and family, you can bet that you will relax and have a good time in the Sunshine State. Every county in the state has something special for everyone: From the sandy beaches, subtropical experience to Disney World, and unmatched nightlife. Before you pack your bags, here are 5 essential tips for an awesome Florida vacation:
I have roamed the market places, in the crowded streets of Tangier, immersed in the scent of spices being carried through the hot and dusty air. I have dipped my feet in the same Spanish waters where the Armada sailed from and met the spectre of myself on the other side of the Atlantic. I have danced in the snow of Germany and sipped wine in France. I have seen the Yankees play at Yankee Stadium and touched the stone edifice of President Lincoln. I found peace in Malta, swimming through the crystal clear waters of the Blue Lagoon and walking in the ghostly footsteps of the seekers of the Grail. I've seen the halls where Anne Boleyn fell in love with King Henry and I had my first history lesson on the battlements of Gibraltar.