One of the things my husband have in common is our love of travel. Well, admittedly I may love it more but, once the grumbling subsides, Judd does eventually end up enjoying his various vacations.
Being avid baseball fans, we have followed our Minnesota Twins to Milwaukee, Cleveland, Toronto, Kansas City, Boston, San Francisco, and Seattle. And, of course, we took advantage of other aspects of those great cities during our visits.
We also have made a couple of trips across the pond, an extended trip across Germany and the Czech Republic and most recently a European cruise to Italy, Greece and Turkey. And speaking of cruising, that is one of my favorite ways to travel–a perfect combination of adventure and relaxation.
We have also gone on the “must have on your bucket list” Alaskan cruise and the beautiful New England/Maritime cruise. We are loyal to NCL for their great prices, manageable ship sizes, and terrific service.
We have done a fair amount of traveling separately too, my husband on road trips out west with a buddy, and I have visited, Atlanta, Miami, San Diego, and even Hawaii, to name just a few, on business trips.
I love to travel to experience the natural beauty, history, and culture. Food is included in culture, by the way. And, there is nothing quite like sitting where Bach had coffee or roaming the same streets as Caesar and Socrates once did. But, the best part of traveling is learning about the people and their way of life. As Mark Twain said, “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.”
Mexico continues to get some bad and much-exploited press, and yet, tourism is growing by leaps and bounds. Americans and Canadians are flocking there for their retirement years for the climate, cost of living, and overall quality of life.
Puerto Vallarta was the first place my husband and I traveled to before we were married. I dare say we knew then we would end up there some day. Now, ten years later, we are on our way. What is your ideal retirement spot?
It is true that Marcia and I have done a fair amount of traveling during our ten years together. But, now is the time for truth telling: Honey, I hate it.
I haven’t always hated it, but now I do, I do, I do. I hate airports, train stations, bus stations, and most of all large groups of tourists, especially when I am part of the group. My fading lungs quiver in terror at the prospect of dragging a suitcase while walking through O’Hare for a mile and a half toward our connecting flight. I hate carrying luggage upstairs to the embarking platform in poorly designed and decrepit Italian train depots. I hate taking pictures of “must see” landmarks, when everyone knows Google Images does more and better.
I am not traveling to Mexico; I am moving there. I will travel to our balcony, to the bathroom, to the refrigerator, to the pool, to the super mercado and sometimes out to dinner.