Travel is...

Travel is . . .



wanting to stay in your home or cocoon while simultaneously wanting to get on a cruise ship, airplane, train or just jump into a car and drive, (yep, I omitted buses, by choice.) Travel is an addiction - but a socially acceptable one - and whether it's fey little restaurant in New York City, a pottery gallery in North Carolina, or a deli in a Las Vegas hotel, there's always a story to be found.



"Home" is comfortable and contains all the that make up a daily existence including my clothes, photos, books and nearby friends.



In my current home, my husband and I created a comfortable master bedroom. We each had our own bathroom and shared a dressing room. In recent years, when I concentrated on cruise writing almost exclusively, we'd almost always unpack in a ship's cabin and, of course, shared a bathroom. I'd ask, ironically, "why am I doing this?"



The answer is because I love it. I love the experience of sailing into a new port - or revisiting one I've been to 25 times - I love walking the main street, watching locals and tourists interact, buy and sell and learn something about one another. I enjoy soaking up local culture, history and politics and am happy to climb back aboard ship at day's end.



The only tough thing is that these days I climb back aboard alone. It hasn't stopped me. I still travel, armed with my trusty Kindle Bookreader and wonderful memories of all the trips I've enjoyed over many years.