Ever since working in the travel industry, I’ve had a theory about travel.
Today, a friend invited me on an impromptu drive up toward Santa Fe. It was a bright, sunny day, perfect for a nearby jaunt.
She asked about my French class. Last week, the teacher had told me that I was “courageous.” Apparently, I’m in a class meant for more advanced French students. Considering that I knew nothing more than “Bon jour”, “Merci,” and “Au revoir” when I started, I’m not doing too badly.
Last week, on the first anniversary of my son’s death, I took a little trip.
I flew to Kansas City to visit friends. They showed me warm hospitality and took me on a tour of a place that I’ve wanted to visit for a long time, Unity Village.
I haven’t written out a formal bucket list, but if I had done it, “Visit Unity Village” would have been on it. Their gardens, labyrinth, and nature trails offer tranquility. Their five chapels offer peace. I couldn’t have asked for a better place to be on that day.
Last week, I left Albuquerque to visit Texas and Oklahoma.
Instead of driving from Albuquerque to Oklahoma City, I had decided to fly to Dallas, rent a car, and go from there.
I spent one night in Dallas, where I met up with an old friend or, as we agreed sounded better, a friend I’ve known for a long time. We worked together years ago when I’d first graduated from college. She treated me to dinner and we enjoyed gabbing, catching up for several hours.