My Timshel by Tamara Gonzalez Oberbeck
AN ADVENTURE WORTH WAITING FOR
Bear with me, this story is relevant to my travels today. The year was 2005 and I was living in Guatemala, had a great job as the Embassy nurse and befriended my daughter’s American teacher who was teaching at the American school where my children went. We invited her and her son to travel to... Continue Reading →
Or so you thought since I have not blogged for a while. I left Busan, Korea, flew into Osaka and boarded a train to Kobe, Japan. I had one objective - to try the famous Kobe beef and believe me after one bite I did feel like I went to heaven. I have never tasted... Continue Reading →
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 →
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 →
My Timshel by Tamara Gonzalez Oberbeck 