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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She came into the room carrying what looked like a coffee pot from a Mr. Coffee machine. Only this one wasn't filled with coffee. It was filled with hot water and fresh lemon slices. Lots of them. She set the pot on a little hot plate to keep it warm and poured me a cup.
She also brought a small plate of fresh fruit in case I felt well enough to eat something.
I remember her eyes. They were the kindest eyes, and her voice was just as gentle. She spoke to me while I was lying in bed, explaining what I needed to do. She was very sincere and quite determined that I drink the entire pot of lemon water. All eight cups of it!
Sponsored by Holland America Line. I rarely share sponsored content, but celebrating 30 seasons of Half Moon Cay and seeing what's new on this little slice of the Bahamas caught my attention.
There's something about a Caribbean beach that makes you want to find a lounge chair, settle in, and forget what day it is. Add turquoise water and white sand, and I'm happy. But if you think a day at Half Moon Cay is just about sitting on the beach, think again.
This is not a paid piece by Holland America Line. No perks, no upgrades, no behind-the-scenes access. Just experience.
If you enjoy food beyond simply eating it, Holland America offers culinary experiences and food-focused activities throughout some sailings. Depending on your itinerary, these may include cooking demonstrations, special tastings, themed dining events, and activities that offer a behind-the-scenes look.
Cooking demonstrations can be fun to watch, especially when chefs share tips or prepare dishes inspired by the destinations you’re visiting. Longer and destination-focused cruises may offer additional culinary events that bring local flavors and food traditions onboard.
Travel is wonderful. I love seeing new places, wandering unfamiliar streets, experiencing different cultures, and occasionally getting myself into travel mishaps that make good stories later. But there is something pretty special about having nowhere you need to be.
Sometimes the best days are beach days with the grandkids. A backyard dinner. A baseball game. A concert under the stars. A little girl following Grandpa around the house. A good meal with people you love.
Those aren't the adventures that usually make the travel headlines, but they're the moments that make life lovely.
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Mr. Whaldo and I usually find our favorites and move between them. Once you know which performers you enjoy, it becomes much easier. You might start at the Ocean Bar for a pre-dinner drink while the Dam Band plays, head to a show, grab a later dinner, and then settle into BB King’s or Rolling Stone for the evening.
Or maybe you hear a band you really like playing somewhere else and suddenly your carefully constructed evening has gone completely out the window.
That happens too.
And honestly, that is part of the fun.
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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.


She came into the room carrying what looked like a coffee pot from a Mr. Coffee machine. Only this one wasn't filled with coffee. It was filled with hot water and fresh lemon slices. Lots of them. She set the pot on a little hot plate to keep it warm and poured me a cup.
She also brought a small plate of fresh fruit in case I felt well enough to eat something.
I remember her eyes. They were the kindest eyes, and her voice was just as gentle. She spoke to me while I was lying in bed, explaining what I needed to do. She was very sincere and quite determined that I drink the entire pot of lemon water. All eight cups of it!