Travel Safety

I think my Prince Charming husband and I travel pretty well.

We don’t over pack.

We use small packs inside our clothing for money and personal items.

We don’t roam the streets at night.

However, that being said, we have been approached by gypsy’s trying to rob us.

I’ve been followed back to my hotel room and we’ve seen a mob and potential riot about to begin.

(Trust me, we got out of there quick!)

But traveling is so amazing.

It opens your mind to other people, other cultures, and other ways of life.

New foods, gorgeous art and architecture, history and landscapes and of course, all the wonderful people you meet along the way.

Traveling is worth it, you just have to make certain to be safe.

In this article, this couple give some great tips on Traveling Safe.

I hope you’ll take a look at it.

Happy Traveling!

Alternative medicine and travel

When you travel it’s easy to get a little sick.

Getting queasy on the plane or from the food, jet lag, swollen legs and motion sickness, all can be torture when your traveling.

Here’s an article I found on ways to combat some of these travel related ailments in a natural way.

I’m not huge into alternative medicine…but I figured I was talking about it the last couple days so I’d put up some things I already know about.

I actually don’t get jet lag and I’m grateful for that. But if you do, perhaps this can help.

I use the lavender if I have trouble sleeping.
I have a lotion that I rub into my temples. It has other stuff in it too and it helps me with my headaches, (that I do get often when I travel)

I believe that thinking outside the box is a good way to go. Especially when Western Medicine is so preoccupied with prescription medicine.

Besides what can a little lavender lotion on your temples or ginger candy hurt? Right?

Avoiding Fees

I was reading some things on airline fees lately and am surprised at some of the changes.

Although I haven’t traveled much in recent months, I’m astonished at the airlines for the outrageous fees.

Fee for this, fee for that.

The fees remind me of those bank ads years ago where the man goes up to the drive in teller.

The woman in the bank asked if he brought his own vacuum.

The man says that he didn’t and she tells him that will be another fee.

They were funny ads…but let’s face it, there was truth behind them.

So to avoid airline fees, I don’t check my luggage.

I print my own boarding pass at home.

Etc..etc…I do what I can, but I thought this was awesome.

To save some space in your luggage purchase one of these vests and load up.

It’s called a Scottevest. Check it out.

One of these and a pair of cargo pants and you could probably carry one less bag on to the plane.

Happy traveling.

 

My Home

YOU’RE MY HOME  ~ Lyrics and Vocals by Billy Joel

When you look into my eyes and you see the crazy gypsy in my soul
it always comes as a surprise when I feel my withered roots begin to grow.
Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
but that’s alright my love cuz you’re my home

When you touch my weary head and you tell me everything will be all right.
You say use my body for your bed 
and my love will keep you warm throughout the night.
Well I’ll never be a stranger and I’ll never be alone
wherever we’re together 
that’s my home.

Home could be the Pennsylvania turnpike
Indiana’s early morning dew
high up in the hills of California
home is just another word for you.

Well I never had a place that I could call my very own
but that’s all right my love 
cuz you’re my home.
If I travel all my life 
and I never get stop and settle down
long as I have you by my side 
there’s a roof above and good walls all around.
You’re my castle, you’re my cabin and my instant pleasure dome.

I need you in my house cuz you’re my home …you’re my home.

 

Rocky Mountain High

John Denver

Words by John Denver; Music by John Denver and Mike Taylor

He was born in the summer of his 27th year

Comin’ home to a place he’d never been before

He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again

You might say he found a key for every door

When he first came to the mountains his life was far away

On the road and hangin’ by a song

But the string’s already broken and he doesn’t really care

It keeps changin’ fast and it don’t last for long

But the Colorado rocky mountain high

I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky

The shadow from the starlight is softer than a lullaby

Rocky mountain high

He climbed cathedral mountains, he saw silver clouds below

He saw everything as far as you can see

And they say that he got crazy once and he tried to touch the sun

And he lost a friend but kept his memory

Now he walks in quiet solitude the forest and the streams

Seeking grace in every step he takes

His sight has turned inside himself to try and understand

The serenity of a clear blue mountain lake

And the Colorado rocky mountain high

I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky

You can talk to God and listen to the casual reply

Rocky mountain high

Now his life is full of wonder but his heart still knows some fear

Of a simple thing he cannot comprehend

Why they try to tear the mountains down to bring in a couple more

More people, more scars upon the land

And the Colorado rocky mountain high

I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky

I know he’d be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly

Rocky mountain high

It’s Colorado rocky mountain high

I’ve seen it rainin’ fire in the sky

Friends around the campfire and everybody’s high

Rocky mountain high

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I consider myself to be a traveler. A vagabond. I have a serious case of wanderlust and would live out of a suitcase if I could. I have no idea what ‘home’ means. The only home I’ve ever known is John, my husband; my Prince Charming. Billy Joel, the great singer/songwriter had it right in his beautiful and infamous song, ‘You’re My Home’. My Prince Charming husband is my home, but when I traveled to Colorado recently, admittedly there was a small part of me that wanted to find what the late, John Denver did. John Denver, another amazing singer/songwriter wrote the song ‘Rocky Mountain High’. The lyrics of which have always captivated me. I wanted to go to Colorado and find what he did in his song. A ‘home’ that isn’t a person, but a place to hang my hat. Put my art on the walls. Have a garden. I wanted to go there and end up coming home to a place I’d never been before and find the key to every door, as he did.

Like in the song, life for me has always seemed far away. I have memory problems from a head injury and others tell me about my life, which has always been strange for me. I wanted to go to Colorado and have the string be broken to my previous life. To be forever altered by the magic of the mountains, the forests and the streams with the silver clouds above. I wanted to stop living inside myself. I hoped to find some serenity, talk to God and listen to the casual reply. Alas, I did not.

Colorado is absolutely beautiful, no doubt about it. We saw glorious scenery.There were mountain meadows, streams and waterfalls that, excuse the cliché’, take your breath away. The plains with the sun slowly setting behind a herd of buffalo. A moose with her baby. The quiet of the evening with shadows from the starlight softer than a lullaby. We saw all these and more, but I didn’t see a place to call home. To stay forever. The only ‘home’ I saw was my Prince Charming husband.

Buffalo Herd

But Rocky Mountain High is right. The scenery in Colorado is magical. John Denver said he found a life full of wonder in the Rockies. I found a gorgeous place, but my “home” will still always be with my husband, and my life full of wonder will have to come from continuing to travel. One place simply won’t do. I will simply have to experience them all.

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