I started this blog to share some of the thoughts I have along the journey of life. I love to travel and spend time with my family and friends. A good meal, breaking bread with those I love, gives my life meaning. So does travel. I adore dreaming of sites to visit, not just to check them off on a list. Rather, I consider myself a student of life, traveling as an explorer, to open my mind to all the possibilities the world holds in store for me and for others. I love to travel to discover how different the world is in terms of climate, cultures, politics, terrain, economy, etc. but also to discover how SIMILAR the people are. Despite language barriers, much can be communicated with a smile or gestures. Language is simply a means to communicate, yet there are so very many other ways to communicate. Once when I was in French-speaking Canada, I realized that my 7th grade French class didn’t teach me the word for “straw”. However, when I thought about it, I was able to communicate to the very French-speaking waiter in a very French-speaking restaurant about my need for a “cylinder through which to drink” in my limited French vocabulary. Travel challenges the mind and soul, stretching us to problem solve and form conclusions about all that we experience. THAT is the type of travel I enjoy best. “All’s well that ends well”, as they say………….”Life is Good” as well.
I recently met a couple on the White Salmon River in Washington. When I asked them what brought them there to the whitewater rafting experience that day, they told a tale about when they simply said they said to themselves “when was the last time you did something for the first time?” I guess that’s what I love about travel, in part. It is often the people we meet that provide us with food for thought or give us pause with something inspiring. Another rafter in our group was an English orthopedic surgeon who always had wanted to live in America for a while, so he sought out and found a fellowship in Oregon for pediatric hand surgery.
My friend and I went to the White Snake River for a half day whitewater rafting experience with River Drifters, because we were in the area, and I had never gone white water rafting before but had always wanted to do so. When my daughter asks me what time it is, my standard reply is often “it is NOW; the time is NOW,” as I am often conscious of how quickly time passes and of the need to do what we want sooner than later while we still have the moment do do with along with the opportunity.
My friend and I chose the White Salmon River because it is one of the more challenging rivers in the area with the class IV and V rapids and a 10-14 foot waterfall, depending on the time of year.
We started out at the White Salmon outpost where our river guide, Jeremy, provided an explanation of what we would do that day and gave us the gear we needed. Mid-October is usually the end of the rafting season in Washington due to the weather, as the water temperature is about 45 degrees Fahrenheit and feels colder with the colder weather. We were instructed to wear our bathing suits, and they provided us with a wet suit, a rain coat, a helmet, neoprene booties, and a fleece pullover, and we were instructed not to wear any cotton as it feels too cold against the skin when it gets wet.
“There is no rushing a river. When you go there, you go at the pace of the water and that pace ties you into a flow that is older than life on this planet. Acceptance of that pace, even for a day, changes us, reminds us of other rhythms beyond the sound of our own heartbeats.”
Jeff Rennicke, “River Days: Travels on Western Rivers”
We took a shuttle to where the rafts were set up and were given a safety briefing, which included what to do if we fell out of the boat. The river was beautiful and was very scenic with the volcanic rocks along the banks. Because the river flows from the slopes of Mount Adams, the water is clear, colorful, and fresh as it contains melted glacial waters from the mountain. We saw hawks and other birds along the way.
After riding along the river for some period of time near the beginning of the trip, we were speechless when we saw some rafters from the second raft on our trip drift down the river without a boat. Evidently their boat turned over on one of the rapids, and we were instructed to stick our oars out for them to grab on so we could pull them into our boat. One of the younger children aboard the raft grabbed onto my oar, and I felt humbled and grateful to be able to help these rafters. I could only imagine what the mother aboard the trip felt while we took a head count. There were supposed to be SIX rafters, and for a brief moment I saw only FIVE. Evidently the sixth rafter was on the other side of the raft out of my sight for a brief and scary instant. Once we all took a breath after the “rescue”, their boat was flipped back upright, they got into their boat, and the trip went forward.
“The first river you paddle runs through the rest of your life. It bubbles up in pools and eddies to remind you who you are.”
Lynn Noel, “Voyages: Canada’s Heritage Rivers”
When we came to the final waterfall, Jeremy beached our raft on the shore and asked us to get out of the raft to observe the waterfall before we decided whether or not we wanted to do it. He said it would be okay if all refused, all agreed, or some refused. He would make provisions to accommodate all choices respectfully. He told us those with back or neck problems, knee issues, or other medical conditions might wish to opt out, as the boat often tumbles or gets completely submerged.
My friend and I, along with all others aboard our raft, opted to go down the waterfall. The journey down lasted only about a minute, and at one point our entire raft was fully submerged under the water. One of the rafters almost fell out, and I sustained an injury where his helmet hit my head when we landed. I ended up with a black eye in the aftermath but nothing else. Everyone else in the boat was fine, and it was an experience of a life time. Surely something that changed me in some way profoundly, and it is an experience I will carry with me for the rest of my life.
"In the middle of the night
I go walking in my sleep
Through the desert of truth
To the river so deep
We all end in the ocean
We all start in the streams
We're all carried along
By the river of dreams"
-from the River of Dreams by Billy Joel
When IS the last time you did something for the first time? Life is good; Carpe Diem, friends…
Some days the planets align, and something extraordinary happens. August 7, 2021 was such a day. It was that day that I was notified through email that I was invited to take part in one of Royal Caribbean’s simulated (“test”) cruises. At first I was skeptical that this was an official offer and not spam, so I read further to see that this was legitimate, and I REALLY was invited to a two night “test cruise”, leaving Port Canaveral and going to Coco Cay aboard the Mariner of the Seas. I also was invited to bring along a guest. Both my guest and I were to have been fully vaccinated and provide a negative Covid test (PCR or antigen) within three days of our sail date. My guest and I scrambled, got our ducks in a row, and headed toward the port on August 11, just four days after our invitation was issued, feeling grateful to have been chosen to participate in this historic cruise during the pandemic. We were required to download the Royal Caribbean app, as we needed to use it to complete part of the testing protocols.
We arrived at the port and were impressed that the staff had several different lines outside the terminal according to our different boarding times. My guest and I were in the 12:00 PM boarding time, and it was a joy to be amongst other cruisers in this historical cruise after such a long hiatus during the pandemic. We felt excited and grateful that we were selected and decided that whatever Royal Caribbean had in store for us, we were up for the challenge.
As our timed entry arrived, after we waited outside in a line that required neither masks nor social distancing, we were asked first to show proof of our negative Covid test outside the terminal. After that, another associate asked to see our vaccination card and our Covid test results again. Finally, we were greeted with a warm welcome and out stretched arms to walk under a blue and white balloon arch into the terminal. Every single associate we encountered welcomed us warmly and thanked us for sailing. There was a feeling of joy among the crowd that we had made it this far in the pandemic in this country and could relax a while for a couple of days.
We first had to go through standard bag checks and security, and we were previously notified that there would be no luggage assistance at the pier. After security, we went to the second level of the terminal for our “wellness check”, where an associate asked if our paperwork was authentic, reviewed our paperwork, and gave us a wrist band indicated that we would be among the group considered “vaccinated” test subjects. We never had or temperatures taken either on embarkation day or debarkation day, which I found curious, however. We were grateful to be in this group, as the entire ship would be at our disposal. We were not given any Covid test prior to boarding (or later at debarkation).
There were a lot of employees at the terminal, but we were amazed that there were so few people boarding. We later learned that five hundred and something guests were invited to sail that day, compared to the 4000 maximum capacity of the ship.
We were welcomed warmly again as we boarded the ship by several associates along the way and were told that our staterooms would be immediately ready for our arrival. My guest and I made our way to our stateroom 8586, a balcony room on the eighth floor. All other guests we spoke with also had balcony rooms as well and all were so excited.
Upon arrival to our stateroom, we saw a line of cabin stewards in the hallway, welcoming us to the ship warmly and thanking us for sailing. When we walked to our door, our cabin steward, Rogie, greeted us warmly by name and thanked us for sailing. He told us he would be following CDC protocols for cleaning and requested that we put a magnet on the exterior of our stateroom door when we we wanted service, and he would service the room when we were out.
We were required to wear masks in the interior parts of the ship but not in the main theater on level three, the solarium, sports deck, or pool deck. We found out that those guests that were considered “unvaccinated” according to this simulation could sit on level four of the same theater only and were required to wear masks. That did not make a lot of sense to us, as the theater was one big room with two levels.
We were amazed at how few people were actually on the ship with us. It wasn’t until we saw the common areas that the small number of guests really hit us and how fortunate we were. The small number of guests made moving about the ship efficient and quick.
There were hand sanitizer stations available everywhere we went, and Royal Caribbean associates were forthright in asking us to sanitize our hands whenever we went into a new room or area of the ship. We appreciated this direct approach to keeping us safe.
We were told ahead of time that we needed to download the Royal Caribbean app on our phone, as the “muster” and safety drill information would be viewed by us on the app in the privacy of our stateroom. After watching the mandatory videos and attesting that we did so, we were instructed to actually visit our muster stations outside on deck four, where we would receive a sticker for our sea pass card indicating that we had complied with the mandatory muster station. The Royal Caribbean associates at the muster station went over some basic information with us, including the sound of the emergency notification, and asked if we had any questions, all within a few minutes. We appreciated doing this mandatory muster drill so quickly and independently, as it normally takes so long to complete this requirement on the first day of the cruise. We also were grateful that hoards of people were not assembled for the drill.
Elevators had hand sanitizer stations and signs that each elevator could accommodate a family or a total of five guests, and guests appeared to comply with this request. I couldn’t help but wonder how this request could possibly be handled when the waits for elevators are often lengthy when the ship sails at full capacity.
Our welcome lunch in the Windjammer was amazing. I wondered how new Covid protocols would affect the customer experience, but I had no reason to be concerned. Upon arrival, Royal Carribbean associates welcomed us warmly, thanked us for sailing, and asked us to kindly wash our hands at the sink before entering the Windjammer. Once inside, an associate at the beginning of the buffet line said, “Please allow my colleagues to serve you,” and handed us our plate and a rolled napkin with silverware with a gloved hand. The choices in food items were as plentiful as ever, and there was many servers behind the buffet serving every item we wanted. Tables were arranged with a placard on every other table indicating that guest were not to sit at that table, presumably because of social distancing. My guest and I found a table quickly but wondered how the ship at full capacity would be able to offer enough seating to guests. The food choices were plentiful. Some food was delicious, and some food was just okay, however. We found many (most?) of the food choices to be high in carbs overall.
A server brought us our beverages to our table, greeted us warmly, and thanked us for sailing. There was a great deal of enthusiasm among all associates we encountered on the ship during the time we were there.
We were not charged for use of the flow rider, Sky Pad, or fountain sodas on this simulated “test” voyage, which we appreciated.
The main theater was not at full capacity and we were surprised that we were told we did not have to wear masks after using the sanitizer station upon entry. After the show, one section of the theater was dismissed at a time in order to provide greater social distancing, but there was not any social distancing at the elevators after the show.
In the main dining room on deck three, we were again greeted warmly with gratitude by all associates who thanked us for sailing. We were asked to use the hand sanitizer station before entry and were directed to a table for two. Most of the tables were tables for two, which we appreciated during the pandemic. Once at our table, we could take off our masks, but all dining room staff had masks on. We had “My Time” dining instead of standard dining times, and we did not have to make reservations for dining. I noted that our server served even the sugar packets, which are normally on each table, on a tray with tongs. I noted also that the specialty restaurants were open for business at a reduced price (fifty-percent off the normal fee.) Food in the main dining room was plentiful in choices but some of the food was just okay. Some of the food we tried was delicious, including the roast duck.
I saw many associates, including the lifeguard at the pool, cleaning the high touch surfaces during many points during our cruise. I was surprised to see, however, that the hot tubs did not have a sign regarding the maximum capacity for use. Chairs were spread out on the deck to accommodate social distancing.
Chairs in the solarium were not moved to accommodate social distancing from what we could see.
Our test cruise included a complimentary admission to the water park on Coco Cay, which is normally a fee. In addition, all day beach bed rentals, cabana rentals, zip line, jet ski rentals, etc. were subject to a fifty percent reduction in rental feels, which we appreciated. My guest and I were toying with the idea of renting a beach bed, which came with water mats, a cooler, and two lounge chairs and an umbrella as well, but we opted to sit in the complimentary chaise lounges with umbrellas, which were separated within the island to allow for social distancing instead.
The beach buffet at Coco Cay operated like the buffet in the Windjammer on the ship with associates serving the food. I did not feel the experience was compromised in any way with the new Covid protocols. I also noted several outdoor sinks and hand sanitizer stations throughout the island to facilitate hand washing and noted associates cleaning tables immediately after guests’ use.
Because there were no long lines, my guest experienced the water slides in record time, so we had lots of time to explore the island. We took advantage of the swim up bar in the cove and were grateful that the chairs on the swim up bar were spaced apart, although only my guest and I were on the swim up bar platform at the time.
Coco Cay is my favorite island among all private islands in the Caribbean. There is something for everyone, even underwater music speakers and chaise lounges inside the largest freshwater pool in the Caribbean. There were swings in another bar, adding a touch of whimsy to the upscale and relaxing vibe of the island. Everything was in excellent condition, so very well maintained and ready for guests to arrive.
Debarkation happened directly from one’s stateroom without guests congregating in common areas. We were asked what time we would like to debark the ship the night before, and our debarkation happened on schedule after our breakfast at the Windjammer.
All in all, we were impressed by Royal Caribbean’s changes to the operational protocol to keep guests safe, and it did not impact our enjoyment of our cruise at all. We were left wondering, however, how Royal Caribbean would accomplish these protocols with a full ship going forward.
We left the ship feeling grateful that we were part of a historic sailing that paved with way in part for the restart of the cruise industry post-vaccine during the pandemic.
“…I’m sailing away Set an open course for the (Caribbean) Sea ‘Cause I’ve got to be free Free to face the life that’s ahead of me…
…So climb aboard We’ll search for tomorrow On every shore and I’ll try, Oh Lord I’ll try To carry on…” (during the pandemic)
It has been said that “life begins when you step out of your comfort zone.” (American author Neale Donald Walsch). I have lately been thinking of this now that things have settled down from the pandemic and we move about within our lives again, getting back to work, shopping, eating out, walking the dog in a crowd, and repeating, etc.
I have been thinking for years about fire walking. From a science perspective, I know that one is unlikely to get burned, as the time of contact with the heat usually prevents this. In addition, embers are not good conductors of heat. With the right form, people survive this experience unburned, yet those who run through the embers change the position of their feet from a flat placed with a flat position and uniform surface area to a foot that is buried a little further in the embers and unevenly into the heat as a result. Sometime these people get burned. Running through the embers instead of walking slowly, taking one’s time, brings up all kinds of parallels to life and living for me as well. Most of the time the feel feel warm to the touch for a while, but do not burn. There is always a bucket of water nearby in case things go awry.
There is a certain sense of victory I imagine that one feels after walking through burning embers. However, I can only imagine that a sense of balance happens as well. How powerful the notion that another reason one doesn’t get burned from walking through hot embers is that when two bodies of different temperatures meet, the hotter body cools down, and the cooler body warms up.
I know that fire walking has been practiced for thousands of years as a spiritual ritual or is connected with some rite of healing, initiation, or faith practice in some cases. For me, the notion of fire walking means that I would step out of my comfort zone for a moment. I means that I would for a moment face the innate fear that we all have of sustaining a burn. We learn as children NOT to touch something hot or to avoid something that might hurt us. Well fire walking might not hurt us, but it instills fear on some basic primitive level somehow. I don’t need the ritual, healing, or initiation aspect of this activity, nor do I want it. I want only to shake it up by doing something out of my comfort zone.
I am toying with putting fire walking on my “bucket” list. It’s not about thrill seeking at all. Why not face my (universal) fear? Why not emerge with a greater perspective life? In my opinion, only something good can come out of it.
While I may not be able to walk on water (THAT is something ENTIRELY differentl), I CAN walk on fire. There is something about balancing the need to read quietly with a cup of herbal tea in a tiny cabin in the woods with a great view of nature that I have with pushing myself out of my comfort zone to walk on fire. Maybe it is about Yin and Yang, after all, and finding the balance within life.
“I could walk through fire, I could feel it burning And I could walk through fire, right back to you And as the flames get higher, you know I’ll get stronger Baby, I would walk through fire…”
– “Walk Through Fire” by Brian Howe/Terry Thomas sung by Bad Company
“…Filled with awesome expectation This girl’s a fascination And nothing in her way will keep her from her destination ‘Cause she’s fire walking, she’s fire walking…”
Those who know me know I often speak about having a dream, or “bucket” list items, to live fully and with intention. A hot air balloon ride, a swim with the dolphins, traveling to see tulips bloom in Holland in the spring, seeing the pyramids in Egypt, seeing the Aurora Borealis….the list is so long for many of us. But what if thinking of our “bucket list” isn’t quite the way to do it? What if there is another way to enjoy those breathtaking and precious moments our lives?
I am reading a book right now called “Driving Miss Norma” by Ramie Liddle and Tim Bauerschmidt. This book is about a 90 something year old woman finding out she has cancer after having just lost her husband. Instead of going through palliative treatments designed to extend her life just a little bit, she and her family decided to take an RV trip throughout the United States and to “live” while she was dying, creating memories of new experiences and moments of joy. I thought the book would be about fulfilling those life-long dreams, or “bucket list” items before “Miss Norma” passes away, but I was wrong. Totally and completely wrong.
The book passages say, “Norma could not find the words to create a bucket list, although at first that is what we were hoping for. If, for no other reason, it would have helped with planning. “Oh, I don’t know,” she would say over and over again, and it became clear very early in our preparations that we were not going to get a list out of her. Sometimes I felt frustrated that she would not participate much in the planning. Was it her age? I wondered. Was her brain unable to retrieve language easily? Was she simply not used to dreaming or being asked her opinion about things? But I soon grew to appreciate the opportunities her reticence to make a list gave us. With out one, we could really go with the flow. There was so much to see and do, and more than anything Norma just wanted to enjoy life. A bucket list would be much too limiting. This trip was not about checking off predetermined items. As we had quickly learned from those first delayed plans at the Mackinac Bridge and our experiences at roadside attractions, this trip was about living in the present moment, embracing whatever came our way. There would be no regrets and no need to race against time.”
Such beautiful words. Such wisdom. After contemplating two opposite approaches to living fully (the “bucket list” vs. “going with the flow”), I have decided that either approach works, depending on our own individual personalities. Neither is wrong. Neither is right. I guess it all comes down to HOW one can live one’s life fully and how one can embrace whatever comes our way. For some it comes down to the bucket list, and for others it is living in the present moment, wherever the wind blows us with spontaneity.
Life is good; find a way to embrace whatever comes your way any way you can. No regrets. Carpe diem, friends…
Recently, I had the good fortune of going back to the state where I grew up in New England, having been recently “fully vaccinated.” It was the first time that I had been on a plane in well over a year, and it felt great to “freely move about the cabin” again. I needed to feel and smell that New England spring air on my face, visit with beloved family and friends, and eat the wonderful foods that I grew up with. Mostly, though, I longed to visit two friends who had become seriously ill during the pandemic. One has cancer, and one is going back on the lung re-transplant list shortly. I was only able to travel the journey with them through telephone calls and emails this year due to the pandemic but longed to hug them and make a new memory with them as well.
I grew up in the land where lilacs bloom in spring and where I wove crowns of forsythia in my hair while playing outside for hours as a young child.
It is the land where you can travel among fields of daffodils in the spring that take your breath away and remind me of my mother watching and waiting through the window with me for the very first daffodil to pop up through the spring ground to unfold its leaves and flowers with all its glory and infinite possibilities. It is the land where tulips grow in time for Easter, too, and crocuses pop up through patches of snow. It is the land where pansies laugh at the spring snow while stretching their faces toward the warmth of the sun. It is the land where the rocky shore meets the cool ocean water. It is the land where the colonists came for religious freedom.
It has been said that you can’t go home again, that time changes things so much that all is far too different since you’ve left to still be home. However, my home state is the place where my parents are buried, where I met my husband, and where I shared my first kiss. It is the place where I was married and where my daughter was born. It is the place that smells like all the bread we broke with our beloved relatives on the holidays, as there is a bakery on many a corner. It is the place of party pizza and spinach pies. It is the place of wieners and saugys. It is the place where I learned to walk and went to school. It is where I picked mulberries with my cousin and climbed trees on the way home from school. It is where I skinned my knees (a lot). It is where I learned to ride a bike and get back up when I fell. It is the place where most of my relatives live still. It is the place where I learned to be me. It is the place of old friendships and good times. It is the place where leaves crunched beneath my feet on a cool October afternoon, and where I jumped into the pile of leaves that my father raked in the yard. It is the place where the cycle of life is so clearly evident; the summer brings the autumn, and the autumn brings the winter’s dormancy. It is where the coldest winter day gives rise to the promise of new life again in the spring season. Time marches on, yet somehow it stands still.
As my plane was landing at the airport, it struck me so very clearly. They say you can’t go home again, but I disagree. The places may be different, and the businesses have different names, but I can ALWAYS go home again, for “home” lives in my soul. I can ALWAYS go home again, if only in my heart. “HOME” is where the heart is, after all.
Today, I wanted to share something that I read which inspired me, especially during this difficult time for our country and world during the pandemic.
“Rather than focusing on the obstacle in your path, focus on the bridge over the obstacle.” -Mary Lou Retton, Olympic Gymnastic Gold medalist, who also won two silver medals and two bronze medals in 1984
Life is good; find that bridge somehow somewhere today. Carpe Diem, friends.
I had my second Covid vaccine Monday morning around 11:00 AM. By 9:00 PM I was feeling “not quite right.” By 11:00 PM, I had the chills, a fever, a headache like none other than I had experienced before in my life, eye pain, body aches, fatigue and nausea. I went to bed, snuggling next to an additional pillow for extra insulation and lots of blankets to keep me warm, even though I live in Florida.
I woke up at some point in the night with what felt like a fever well over 101 degrees and a throat that felt so dry that it felt like knives were sliding down my throat. With the exception of two bouts of type “A” flu several years ago, I had never been this sick. And yet, I wasn’t really sick at all. It was just a reaction for the second Covid shot I had.
I slept most of the day and finally got up around 8 PM to take a shower. As I stood with my head flat against the shower wall, enjoying the soothing and healing water trickle down my back, I couldn’t help but feel grateful. I was sick but not REALLY sick. I kept thinking of all those unfortunate souls that have had Covid and were ACTUALLY sick. I thought about all those unfortunate souls that have had some type of chronic sickness, like cancer or some other dreadful disease. Little more than eighteen hours later, I was well on my way to recovery.
They say it’s the little things that mean a lot. A husband that comes in to check on me repeatedly while I was sleeping to ensure that I was okay, a daughter to give a gentle hug and a smile, dishes loaded up into the dishwasher in a clean kitchen while I slept, calls from dear friends to check on me, and a husband that made sure I had plenty of water available near by all day long is how I will remember this day. I am grateful for what I have time and time again. Life isn’t perfect, but heck it’s good. Damn good.
It has been said that Yogi Berra, the late New York Yankees professional baseball player, once said, “Why buy good luggage? You only use it when you travel.” I can honestly say I have had more luggage issues than I can even begin to tell you during my lifetime. There was that time in Brussels when the wheels on my luggage splayed to the sides while I was schlepping my luggage across the train station to the track on the complete other side of the building and had to drag it with all my might. By the stagger of my gait, one might have assumed I had a cadaver inside, as the luggage appeared to be THAT heavy. There was that time in Paris when I was much younger when my French boutique hotel had a two-person, antiquated, elevator and a stairway to the second floor. Rather than waiting for the elevator to take the waiting crowd two by two to the second floor, I schlepped my luggage up the stairs by myself only to have the handle rip off in the journey. There was also that time in Ireland when the skies opened up with rain immediately after the plane landed, and my things got soaked inside my luggage. And finally there was the time on my way to Bora Bora that I TEMPORARILY threw my unopened can of pineapple flavored seltzer into the side pocket of my luggage rather than discard it before I got to the airport. It was much later that I realized with a chuckle that I never took that can out of my bag when I smelled the faint yet pleasant scent of an exploded can of pineapple seltzer when picking up my luggage from the luggage carousel. That pineapple scent set the scene for my tropical isle trip, and I think of that beautiful blue water each and every time I drink that particular seltzer.
I have gone through more luggage than I can describe through the years, too, including that brand featured on television years ago where the gorilla jumps upon it and hurls it about the room without any damage. I’ll just say that they must have a few gorillas working for the airlines in some cities, because I SWEAR that the very same gorilla in those old television commercials has jumped on my luggage time and time again. I have checked in brand new luggage at the airport only to see that it has been stained, gouged, dented, or otherwise defaced in some way when I arrive at the luggage carousel to retrieve it after my trip. The ONLY thing that has NOT happened to my luggage, in fact, is that it has never been the recipient of spray paint to become some artist’s palette on any of my trips. EVERYTHING, and I mean EVERYTHING else has happened to my luggage in one way or another through the years.
I have purchased light-weight luggage in order to pack more stuff inside for international trips, but the luggage wheels couldn’t hold up to my hefty packing. It is always a question in my mind time and time again whether it is better to spend a lot of money on luggage that presumably will last a long time or whether it is better to spend as little money on luggage as possible, treating it as more of a consumable, disposable item.
If you are thinking of taking your first trip during the post-vaccine phase of the pandemic this year, you might want to invest in some chic new luggage for your big, long-awaited trip. Rather than dish out some well-earned dollars without any thought, you might wish to consult some luggage reviews below:
With a little tongue in cheek I am reminded of my version of a variation of an old poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson about love…
“It is better to have loved and lost (my luggage) than to have never loved (my luggage) at all!” It’s my way of reminding myself, albeit tongue in cheek, of how lucky I am to have had so many wonderful experiences while traveling the world with so many more experiences still in front of me in the future, now that the world (as well as myself) has become fully vaccinated.
What is your favorite brand of luggage and do you prefer to spend a little or a lot of money on it?
According to Our World in Data, as of March 24, 2021, approximately twenty-six percent of the United States population has had at least one dose of a Covid vaccine, and approximately fourteen point three percent of the United States population is “fully vaccinated”. Now that more people here have gotten the vaccine recently, those that have been staying inside or socially distancing themselves from others have begun to get “wanderlust” it seems. According to Google, on-line searches for “vaccine travel” and “2021 travel”, along with searches for “cruises”, “hotels”, and “flights”, have gone up significantly within the last three months according to an article by Matthew Speak from TravelPulse entitled “What Travelers Are Thinking Right Now, According to Google” (March 4, 2021). It seems, that there is “pent up demand” for travel, at least in the United States.
What IS the real story about travel now that the vaccine is getting underway in greater number for Americans? Make no mistake, the CDC really doesn’t want Americans to travel domestically or internationally at pre-pandemic numbers just yet and requests that Americans travel “only if they must”. In fact, the CDC requirement from January 26, 2021 that all air passengers aged two and older must show proof of a negative Covid-19 test that’s no more than 72 hours old (or documentation of Covid recovery) to enter the United States still holds true, even for fully vaccinated travelers, according to my telephone call today tot he CDC help line. Vaccination hasn’t been proven to guard against TRANSMISSION of the virus, they maintain, so even vaccinated travelers must follow these rules for entry (or re-entry) into the United States. Travelers also must wear masks and socially distance in public as well. While asymptomatic people who have received the vaccine no longer need to quarantine after travel abroad in general (unless local state restrictions still require this), it is suggested that they refrain from travel until after 14 days after receiving their last vaccine dose. The CDC further says that once you are fully vaccinated, you CAN gather INDOORS with other fully vaccinated people without a mask, however. Of course, symptomatic people who have gotten the vaccine need to quarantine, however.
One last thing to keep in mind while traveling in the United States during the pandemic right now is that all travelers over two years old (except those who have disabilities that preclude mask wearing) utilizing public transportation in the United States must use face masks over the mouth and nose on airplanes, ships, trains, subways, buses, taxis, ride-shares, and inside airports, bus or ferry terminals, train and subway stations, and seaports since on February 2, 2021.
Travelers who are fully vaccinated with covid vaccines have more options lately. The following article (from March 23, 2001) discusses which countries are open for travel to fully vaccinated travelers in case you have wanderlust and have spent the past year planning THAT big vacation during lockdown.
“Wherever you go, go with all your heart.” -Confucius