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I have traveled all over the
place, but I keep coming back home...
|1968: California and Nevada|
I first traveled to San Francisco with
my Mum and Da when I was eight. It was
especially cool because my brothers
stayed home. The first week was spent
hanging out in San Francisco while Dad
took some seminar at Stanford, then
Dad drove us all over the place for
another week or so. I distinctly
remember a place called Silver Dollar
City that was very cool and an old
abandoned gold mining town in the
middle of the desert...
Rotary exchange student. I studied
at Sir J. J. College of Architecture
in Bombay. I was 15.
|1977-1978: Africa, Near East and
For six months, I worked (casually) as
a courier for an import company out of
Mauritius when my visa for India
expired. He gave me a fantastic
opportunity to travel to Mahe
(Seychelles), Nairobi, Teheran, Rabat,
Casablanca, Cairo, Beirut, Singapore,
Hong Kong... and so many other places.
I can't thank him enough for the
|1978: Cross Country to New Mexico|
I drove with three other people from
Framingham, MA to Portales, New
Mexico. It took a week and I never
spoke to any of those people again.
Let's just say there were significant
personality conflicts :-)
I flew to Houston to meet with my old
friend and mentor Nirmal Kantilal
Shah, from Mahe, Seychelles. He, soon
after, disappeared off the face of the
earth and no one has seen him since.
|1981: Cross Country to California|
Okay, what can I say? I was in love
and stupid. We drove a van from
Brighton, MA to San Francisco and
ended up living in that van for six
months (with dogs) while we looked for
work. We stayed in some of the nicest
parking lots in Mountain View, and
ended up working as security guards
for a renegade detective agency. When
we saved up enough money to move out
of the van, we ended up sharing a pink
mobile home with an alcoholic named
Bob. The mobile home was in front of a
huge gravel pit facility in San Jose.
Bob put classified ads in the paper
looking for a wife and pretended to be
a millionaire with forests in Oregon.
He couldn't call out on his phone, but
people could call in. He got all
pissed off when we put in our own
phone and the phone company found out
about his...it was the beginning of a
long, hysterical tale about three
folks: a neat freak alcoholic liar, a
criminal from Boston (the man I
loved), and me. Wait till I tell you
about the guy who ran the detective
agency and his biker, ex-marine
secretary. I'm not making this up. It
could only happen in California.
|1982: Washington and Cross
Country through Canada|
When we couldn't make it happen in
California, we moved to Montesano WA,
to live with Steve's ex-fiancee and
her new husband, along with her foster
parents who led a Pentacostal church.
Woohee...this was fun :-) Did you know
I was going to burn in hell?
|1984: St. Thomas and St. John|
This was my honeymoon. In St. Thomas,
|1986: Senegal, Liberia, Nigeria
We used to head up North to enjoy the
"Juste Pour Rire" comedy
festival every summer, shop at the
marche aux puce along the docks of
Vieux Montreal, and smuggle Cuban
goods back across the border.
|1991: New Orleans|
This place is very, very cool, yet
very, very hot. I spent a lot of time
on Rue Royale checking out some of the
most fabulous antique stores in the
world (I'm talking museum quality
artifacts). I also spent a great deal
of time walking around the Garden
District. If there was a ever a city
that felt exotic, within the confines
of the continental US, baby, this is
it. Remind me to tell you about our
Bayou Trip, complete with golf-ball
sized hail. Again, It could only have
happened in Louisiana...
|1994: San Francisco|
I just love this city. Dawn is my
favorite time here. I actually LIKE
climbing the hills of San Francisco,
especially early morning. I was
actually out here on business with my
slut assistant Kathy who was gradually
working her way through the male
marketing staff at Gupta. We went to
some fabulous restaurants.
|1995: San Francisco|
Another trip out on business, only
this time, I brought my then-current
boyfriend Carl. We rented a car and
headed down to Monterey, but never
made it to Carmel. (Too bad. Remind me
to tell you about having sex in the
Cypress trees on Carmel Beach during
the Fourth of July fireworks display--LOL.)
|1995: Key Largo|
This was the first big trip that I
took my son William on. It started out
as a business trip, then ended with me
getting my groove back in the Bahamas.
My then-current boyfriend, Mark, built
planes in his spare time, in his
garage. We flew a completely restored
1963 Piper Colt across the country for
the annual fly-in of 15,000 private
planes. At first, I thought the idea
was going to blow, but it was very,
Gotta go someplace new next year.
|2000: England, Scotland &
Scheduled for June