As long as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of “faraway places” — like the ones Mother told me about when I was a child. My travel inspiration was escaping into the fairytale world I visited in my mind.
“Going to China, or maybe Siam, I have the whole world to see,” she would sing in her less than perfect soprano voice.
Travel Inspiration
We didn’t travel much when I was growing up in Charlotte, North Carolina. My mother was a nurse anesthetist and worked long hours, often on weekends. As I can remember, my father was a merchant and took only a one-week vacation to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. So, as soon as I was old enough to travel alone, I took off. My first stop was New York City, where I visited my favorite Aunt Rose.
Aunt Rose was one of those “bigger-than-life” idols to me. A 1937 graduate of the UNC-Chapel Hill School of oPharmacy hair, long, and the only female in her class, she was fondly known as the “May West of Chapel Hill.” We bonded during my first trip to New York. I could see that, even at 50 years old, Aunt Rose was a dead ringer for the Hollywood queen — from the perfectly coiffed blond eyelashes and blue eye shadow to the buxom figure.
Aunt Rose owned New York — or so this sixteen-year-old ingénue from the Carolinas assumed. With only one day dedicated to sightseeing in the city, Rose drove her car from Jamaica Estates, parked it, and handed me our tickets for the Gray Line City Tour. That was my first lesson. Take a guided tour of the new place you’re visiting. Do it on the first day. A tour highlights the area and helps you figure out where you want to return to explore. A guided tour also makes it easier to understand a city map and to get your head compass oriented.
I learned my second travel lesson that day: wear comfortable shoes. After leaving the guided tour, we walked through Chinatown and Little Italy for miles. Fortunately, we stopped along the way, popping into noodle shops and cafes with Italian pastries.
Before the day was over, my senses were on over-drive. I was hooked. Right then, I made a pact to visit the “real” Italy, China.. and more. My unquenchable quest to see the world had begun.
The Barefoot Blogger is a solo female who retired from a career in corporate marketing and divorced after 40 years of marriage. Ten years ago, she moved from South Carolina to Uzes, France, on a whim and following a dream.
Travels for work and play have taken me through Europe, into parts of southeast Asia, West Africa, Central America, the Caribbean, Istanbul, and Nepal.
“Life is an adventure,” and I want to explore as much as my body and my budget will bear.
Please join me as I learn about the world and myself. Especially stumble with me through France, where I don’t speak the language. I promise you fun along the way … and we’ll all learn a lot.
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