It’s not the way I wanted my obituary to read. I stepped out of Amsterdam’s Centraal Station onto a cloverleaf of tracks, heading for the #5 tram across the yard. What I didn’t notice was the #12 aiming for me.
“Drop the suitcase!” my husband and friends hollered. I blinked, stared and froze like a piece of bad, government-commissioned public art. Then the adrenaline kicked in and I darted back to the curb. Continue reading →
“Poppies. Poppies will put them to sleep.” We couldn’t help ourselves. Wandering through Monet’s lovely gardens, my sister and I simply had to do our very best Witch of the West cackles. Tour groups scattered in all directions. It was a great way to clear the area of selfie sticks to better enjoy Giverny’s waterlilies.
I just happened to download the NY Times while traveling in Belgium and the lead article was about the strawberries that are grown just south of Brussels. Since our traveling party was heading to the Ardennes, a detour was the appropriate and delicious choice to make. Having an itinerary is important, but when the road less traveled starts calling your name, you gotta listen.
But I did. When the alarm clock rang at 5:30 a.m. the first morning in Brussels, I made a mental note to turn it off. Then, in the wake of a full day touring the Ardennes, including stops for strawberries, the obligatory cathedral, cows, caves, a tank, and dinner in Luxembourg, I forgot. Ugh. So today’s reminder? When you check in to your hotel room, before you unwrap the Godiva chocolate, reset the alarm clock.