Unexpected inspiration at Gate 17
I’m hoofing it. The gate is a lot further than I imagined, and my boarding pass says in bold block letters, ZONE 2. This is exciting. I’m usually way at the back of the bus when it comes to seating. […]
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On being an adventuress 3
On my flight from Portland, the older guy with a trim, white beard I sat next to was a doctor. When I told him that I’m writing about travel as a spiritual exercise, he replied enthusiastically, “Oh! You’re an adventuress!” I grinned. […]