Travel, Reflections, and the Stories in Between
Honest reflections on travel, everyday life, and the unexpected moments that make each journey memorable. Stories to inspire, entertain, and guide you.
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As the music reached the part where E.T. is going home, the gentleman sitting next to me pointed and told me to look. At almost exactly that moment, a SpaceX rocket was streaking across the sky. The orchestra was playing that incredibly emotional John Williams score and, overhead, an actual rocket was taking off into space.
Of course, I grabbed my phone and started recording. I managed to capture the rocket climbing into the night sky while the orchestra played E.T. behind it. It was one of those moments where you sit there thinking, “Seriously? This is happening right now?”
This is not a paid piece by Holland America Line. No perks, no upgrades, no behind-the-scenes access. Just experience.
One of the things I appreciate most about cruising with Holland America is that you are never far from a quiet space if that is what you want. There are lounges where people read or play cards, observation areas where you can sit and watch the ocean for hours, and libraries that feel like they belong in a completely different era of travel.
It is not a constant party atmosphere, and I say that as a compliment, not a criticism. There is something very grounding about being able to choose quiet without having to search too hard for it.
It hasn’t been that long of a distance, just one state over. It was once every six months, then every two weeks, and now every three months. It’s not anything we expected to become used to, and, honestly, short road trips like that aren’t necessarily my jam.
At least, that’s what I initially thought.
Sponsored by Holland America Line. I rarely share sponsored content, but this announcement immediately caught my attention because it aligns with something I've been saying for years. Some of the best travel experiences happen outside peak season.
When most people dream about a European vacation, they picture sunny summer days and crowded landmarks. But after years of traveling, I've become a big believer in shoulder season and off-season adventures. Fewer crowds, cooler temperatures, and a slower pace are exactly what make travel enjoyable for me.
This is not a paid piece by Holland America Line. No perks, no upgrades, no behind-the-scenes access. Just experience.
Maybe that "great deal" on a forward cabin came with a little more motion than you bargained for. Maybe being close to public spaces seemed wonderfully convenient until you discovered people are perfectly happy to discuss the evening show outside your door while you're trying to sleep. Or perhaps that tiny symbol on the deck plan that meant absolutely nothing at the time turned out to be the galley above your head or a music venue below your feet.
None of these things are dramatic, and honestly, most of them are minor. But cruising is very much a sum of small details, and over the course of a week or two, those little details can add up to the difference between a good cruise and a great one.
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Reflections and Ruminations
I was going through my photos recently, and it hit me just how many pictures I have of birds. There are other things too, animals, flowers, plenty of bugs and spiders, but mostly birds. So many birds, from all over the world.
It brought back memories of the hikes we’ve taken in so many different places, sometimes with the goal of finding birds, and sometimes not. Yet somehow, we always end up stopping, listening, and searching for the songmaker.
It also reminded me how often my dear husband and I can be deep in conversation, and if I hear a bird call I don’t recognize, or even one I do, I will immediately stop mid-sentence, completely transfixed. It always makes Mr. Whaldo smile.
A small group of young men brought instruments, and suddenly live music erupted. The tunes were spontaneous, joyful, and infectious. Everyone swayed, clapped, or danced along.
I asked a few locals about the scene. Each told me the same thing. This was no festival or planned event. It was simply the first warm sunny day of the season. Spring had arrived, and Galway celebrated in its own way. Jackets, shoes, and socks were peeled off as the day warmed up. Music soared, and laughter echoed across the waterfront.
My brother, Mark, is not a backpacker or a tourist.
He is 58 years old. He lives with congestive heart failure and COPD. He walks with a walker. He wears heavy braces that run from his feet to just below his knees. When he stands too long, his legs swell and darken.
He has struggled with addiction. He has made mistakes. He is an imperfect man.
He is also gentle. And trusting. And far more hopeful than the world has often deserved.
And he believed he was loved.
Jim kept driving, then suddenly swept us up a hillside and pulled over. He jumped out of the car and motioned for us to follow. We stepped out and walked to a railing overlooking the loch.
“This is the best view of the fort since it’s falling down and you can’t get into it anymore,” he said. “Plus, you get a good look at the view. You have a feckin’ better chance to see Nessie.”
So I opened a small savings account just for this goal. I tucked away a few dollars from each paycheck for more than six months. When Christmas rolled around, it was time to start the hunt.
I already knew it would be hard to find one, that I couldn’t be picky, and that if I shopped wisely, I might even afford an extra doll dress or maybe a play stroller.
I’m dating myself here, but back then, Black Friday was truly Black Friday. No online shopping. You watched the ads and hoped the big newspaper stuffed with them landed on your doorstep on Thanksgiving morning.


As the music reached the part where E.T. is going home, the gentleman sitting next to me pointed and told me to look. At almost exactly that moment, a SpaceX rocket was streaking across the sky. The orchestra was playing that incredibly emotional John Williams score and, overhead, an actual rocket was taking off into space.
Of course, I grabbed my phone and started recording. I managed to capture the rocket climbing into the night sky while the orchestra played E.T. behind it. It was one of those moments where you sit there thinking, “Seriously? This is happening right now?”