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,