Today the wind is blowing the sleet sideways. Frozen slush is pelting against my window and I’m thankful to be inside a warm home. My bones hurt. More than ever, I dream of our winter home-to-be in Spain.
This July was a whirlwind of travel throughout some of the loveliest sights that England has to offer. I highly recommend any of them for the curious traveler.
This month I’m not writing about a place I have travelled to, rather a different kind of journey. For the past 4+ I have been writing a memoir of my early life. I’m not writing it because I am famous or a narcissist as I’m neither of those. Why then? Because those years shape us by creating our patterns of thinking which in turn affects our behaviour and each year, adds a layer.
Please bear with me as I set the stage for this blog.
In the early 1980’s, I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar at night whilst studying marketing and business administration during the day. The venue was called Richards on Richards and was arguably the hottest nightclub in Vancouver.
Our 4th and final trip to Italy this year was to attend the Ryder Cup in Roma and watching the greatest golfers in Europe and the USA did not disappoint! And I said, ‘this year’ because I will return to Italy time and again. Quite simply, I love this country!
The beginning of September took me to London, a city I’ve travelled to many times, possibly hundreds of times and lived there for a short while. When I moved to Notting Hill some 17+ years ago, I never thought I would leave after only five months. Astonishing how a marriage proposal can change the trajectory of our lives.