AN ADVENTURE WORTH WAITING FOR
I finally arrive in Kumihama after numerous taxi’s, trains and buses. And also three phone calls to my host yelling ”HELP” I am lost and no one speaks or understands English and my google translate does not seem to be doing the job. The train stations in both Osaka and Kyoto are massive structures with... Continue Reading →
OHIO Yes, that is the state I was born in, but it is also “Good Morning” in Japanese but written Ohayo. I board a train at the airport in Osaka, Japan to head to my hostel and note everyone sitting politely still, no phones, no talking, no music. I ask the young man sitting next... Continue Reading →
And so it goes, from Dijon, Lyon, Toulesse- I stayed a few days in each place as I worked my way back to Madrid where my departure is. I chose the bus so I could view the majestic peaks of the Pyrenees mountains that bridge Spain and France. These are the mountains you cross if... Continue Reading →
From Zurich I boarded a train to Dijon, France - home to Dijon mustard. It was a great ride with fantastic views of the mountains. I may have mentioned that traveling through Europe is easy, inexpensive and fast. There are hundreds of types of mustards – who knew?! Even a “mustard bar” where they have... Continue Reading →
Remember Heidi, the little orphan girl who was a cross between Pollyanna and Anne of Green Gables. She was sent to live with her sullen, grumpy, grandfather in the Swiss Alps. Her “glass half full” cheery disposition softened him. She is in every store window I pass in Zurich, Switzerland. I was told that it... Continue Reading →
I boarded a Flixbus to Milan, an 8 hour ride heading north of Rome. Again, beautiful mountains and scenery which is why I like the bus and trains. We stopped in Florence and picked up some college students heading back to Milan where the university is. One of the young men sat next to me... Continue Reading →
The next day I decided I had an obligation to visit St. Peters Basilica, the largest church in the world and thank God for my life- literally! I visited St. Peters and the Vatican 25 years ago when I escorted my son’s Latin class there. Yes, I have a son who took 4 years of... Continue Reading →
................Whoops I mean starring Tamara and Aldo! It started with a friend who had an Italian friend who lives in Rome. He was contacted and said he would be delighted to show me “His Rome” not the tourist Rome. We agreed on a time to meet and Aldo age 75, arrived on a small scooter.... Continue Reading →
Greece- I started out in Thessoloniki up north– but had to leave after 4 days because for the life of me I could not roll Thessoloniki off my tongue easily. In addition, my last minute planning and “winging it” landed me in a small hotel in the middle of the famous strip joints in Thessoloniki.... Continue Reading →
My Timshel by Tamara Gonzalez Oberbeck 