My Tea with T. page is going to be relatively silent for a couple of weeks as I am off and running again, doing more travel and having more adventures this summer than ever before in my life. No, seriously! 50 years of inertia and I now have a suitcase and carry-on bag that suffer from road-rash. And a bit of international road-rash, at that. I’ve just returned from the unbelievable gift of a birthday trip to Vancouver, B.C. and various points in Alaska and I’m now on my way to San Diego for Comic-Con… which, I believe should be equivalent to intergalactic travel (for which I’d like a stamp in my new passport, thank you) what with all of the Stormtroopers, Superheroes and alien attendees. And next week? I will be in Spain.
[Gah. Forgive me. I had to pause myself and re-read what I just typed. I will be in Spain. Still, not real.]
For years, my most exiting travel took place only in my mind. A lot of it fueled by the books I was reading. When I was 12 years old,
An absorbent observer whose views about human nature, current affairs and life in general go down well with a cup of tea (or mug of coffee).
Over time, she has collected stories and experiences, allowing them to brew and steep, until they are ready to be served... sometimes spicy, sometimes sweet and rarely, if ever, bitter.