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Whiplash!

I am here! I. Am. Here. Three little words carry so much weight. Like saying I love you for the first time…or the last. I’m beside myself and giddy like a child successfully playing a prank on their parent(s) or sibling(s). I have dreamed of experiencing this country since I was an adolescent. 24 days of spice filled warm air blanketing my innards erasing all trace of below zero (Celsius) temperatures from my soul. Feeeeeels goooooood! But for your salivating pleasure…           *Tour organized by GAdventures

Excited to experience this new culture with new foods for my pallet, new ways of thinking to expand my mind and all the new friends I’ll make along the way! Admittedly a tad nervous with the craziness that is our world today, but per usual I prefer to stay in a positive head space about it all and trust in myself, the greatness of human kind, and God that all will be as it should be; Namaste!

*thanks for letting me borrow your pack HH

I made it to Kolkata after almost two days of traveling; at least 20 of those hours spent inside two different airports waiting for connecting flights. In a prepaid taxi, registered to my destination w the police (from the airport) and everything one has seen/heard about Indian taxi driving is on point! I’ve taken to writing notes to avoid looking out the dashboard window. There’s not a single taxi hustling out of this car port that doesn’t have a dent or scratch mark, missing tail light or broken window! A cacophony of honking horns, people screaming helpful directions at their colleagues who picked up their fare with no clue of the best way to get to wherever. My driver spits out his window and my face sours at the sounds his mucus makes as its spills from his mouth over the edge of the window. We hit a speed bump that I don’t see coming because I’m madly typing into my phone and a small gasp escapes me. The driver looks at me, smiles and gives me thumbs up…. ‘Welcome to India’ that voice in my heart says w a giggle.


*Taxi ride to the hotel

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Dog days…

My travel blog story begins like so many others so I won’t bore you with the minutia. And before you start rolling your eyes after reading my ‘About me’ section and assuming this blog (and my travels for that matter) are to equate to an Eat Pray Love experience of happiness and self-discovery through balance and love, let me just clarify that I do in fact love to eat, pray regularly, and love deeply! That being said, OF COURSE I’ve read the book and have been heavily influenced by HRH of the ‘physics of the quest’ mentality and approach to living, Elizabeth Gilbert. It’s true that loss of any kind can rock a person’s center and similarly I have had a thirst for life’s wonders through travel, but I am not she, I am me thank you very kindly. Now if you’ll excuse me I am taking my #sassitude abroad to…. (Dramatic pause)……India!!

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~Love & Light

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About Me…

Bag Lady (besides being the title of a great song by one of my favorite female artists) has always been a term of endearment for my style of travel-always carrying too much. Over packing is synonymous with my first name. Friends of mine joke, “I can hear you coming down the hallway, bag lady!” Another would often reply with disbelief and hysterical laughter when I proudly proclaim that I successfully packed one ‘carry on’ sized bag for a two week adventure.

Obviously organized, structured and planner are frequent adjectives to describe me. And I genuinely agree unapologetically that these three elements help keep me balanced in life. That is until well…life or the opposite actually.

Consider what it might be like to have the earth shatter from under your feet like a dropped egg plummeting to the ground helpless to its demise, bringing you to an abrupt halt and leaving you in a million pieces from the fall. Yea… that’s what it felt like when my Mother, life coach, and best friend in life and all things international travel, took suddenly ill and passed away while I was serving my country overseas in the U.S. Peace Corps.

Both my Grandmother and my Mother, the two rocks in my unruly stream of life, taught me that positivity and laughter go a long way. The harsh reality that nothing really goes “according to plan”, however, left me ambivalent about what I’m called to be and who I was shaped to be and ultimately pitted my mind against my heart. After I lost her none of the “plans” we’d made were to come to fruition. In the months after her passing I would ask myself some tough questions-as I do- and encounter a profound silence in response. Over time one solitary word would come to me from the saddest place in my heart, GO! So I will.

Now I travel to feel her; to find her in the smiling faces of humanity. To keep moving forward with my journey of being a positive change in people’s lives through cross cultural experiences and adventure in places I never thought I’d be inclined to go! Meeting my own travel goals while meeting the truth that time and letting go of all the bags I carry will heal my shattered heart while helping me plant my two feet back on solid ground.