One of the guests in our guesthouse in Georgia asked for milk for her coffee and she was told it would take 10 minutes. In my world, that would involved running around the corner to the store. In this case it meant getting it from a cow.
Our Georgian guide described the parts of the trail under the trees where we rest as shadow instead of shade. Let’s fine some shadow to stop for lunch.
When traveling in Europe, it is easy to find people who speak English. In Germany it is very easy. In Georgia much less so. Shopkeepers identify your nationality, and therefore your language, by looking at you. They confirm it with a greeting. With me it is always hello. Fellow hikers on the trail in Georgia –
who are never American – also greet our American group with hello.
In Munich, along the Marienplatz, are swarms of future brides and their friends. They have matching t-shirts and look like a street team. But instead of giving out free samples, they sell shots of alcohol and other items that tourists crave. These sales help fund the bachelorette party. Capitalism is alive and well in Europe’s strongest economy.
As I’m heading off for another adventure, I’m wearing a shirt from a past adventure. I had conversations about it with my Uber driver, the cashier at the airport snack shop and one of the flight attendants. The woman at the snack shop asked if I post pictures of my travels on Facebook. I said more likely Instagram. She asked for my profile so she could follow me. I wrote it down for her.
A tree whose giant leaves float gently in the wind. A great blue heron soaring overhead. An alligator sunning itself in the grass. A canyon carved by ice and water hundreds of thousands of years ago.
Today is the day that people think fondly of their fathers, whether they are around or not. Brunch with my kids is on the agenda, as usual.
I was looking at bath mats and one was described as highly slip resistant. Excuse me, I would like a bath mat that is barely slip resistant.
I have always wondered about the success of calls-to-action on billboards. These are things like phone numbers or long web addresses. The headlines and big pictures barely make an impact at 70 miles an hour. What are we supposed to do with a request to text our pizza order when it appears on a billboard? It’s hard enough to capture the phone number from the billboard, but it is also illegal in many places to text and drive. And where do we have the pizza delivered?
Today is the 100th anniversary of my grandmother’s birth. She is honored by both of my kids who have her name as their middle names. It is hard to believe that she passed away 30 years ago. She was such a big part of my childhood.