Hi, ya'll!
Introductions, s'il vous plait. Shockingly, I am from a Southern U.S. State (with a name like Magnolia and an accent as thick as mine, what could one expect?). While I love to travel, I still love to come home.
In my profession, I get to write quite a bit, but not like this. Blogging will be a good way to share my travel/life experiences with family and friends. I consider life an adventure and try to make the most out of it that I can. Everyday brings new experiences, but I adore going on adventures where I am away from home and experiencing new and different cultures.
The adventures that I will refer to in my blog will be adventures to places other than my hometown and with my hometown job stresses and life (no one would believe what I see and hear everyday anyway-- that would be for another blog and would require many signed legal releases on the part of too many people I work for and with).
With my job, I have a little too much stress. It feels overwhelming most days and my adventures are ways to jettison that stress. To a friend, I once compared that I take on everyone's problems like a sponge. That sponge turns black and blacker with every problem. (I even ask people sometime, "What headache are you going to give me today?" Not the most appropriate question to ask someone who will be paying me, but it lightens the mood. They have a headache about their problems and would love to give it away.)
An adventure allows me to wring out that sponge and make it new again. Or another way to put it, is that I play "whack a gopher" every day and an adventure is getting to back away from the game somewhat. The longer the adventure/trip the newer the sponge is to go back to the grindstone.
My adventuresome nature comes from my close family -- wonderful parents (Dad and Mom), brother, and sister (I will refer to them as JR and Princess). I have a wonderful grandfather and had amazing grandmothers and an amazing Papaw. Fortunately I was even able to know two great grandmothers and a great grandfather (we have good genes in my family - better make sure I have good retirement and insurance).
You could say gypsy blood runs in my family. Most of my family on both sides came over prior to the Revolutionary War (I am a DAR member on the paternal and maternal side).
While living in London, I was asked what type of American I was, French, Italian, German etc. I said I was a true American mutt -- that we know of, a mix of Scottish, English, French, Swiss, Swedish and German, with some American Indian thrown in there for a little spice.
My grandparents traveled for work and fun. (My Little Mammaw, ie a great grandmother, even got to travel extensively in post war Europe and Japan -- her nickname was Cricket, because she was always on the go and had a charismatic personality, like her only granddaughter and three great granddaughters.)
Dad and Mom took us on many a family vacation. Road trips were their specialties, a two day drive to Colorado, New Mexico or Maine was no big deal. (I do prefer to fly and get there but love to travel in a vehicle if the country is small like Italy, France or New Zealand.) Never a dull moment on our vacations. The Griswolds just thought they had interesting times.
In the South, they say a good story always starts with "Bubba, hold my beer and watch this".... Hopefully I can supply some good stories.... so, Bubba, bear with me and hold my beer....
Ciao for now.
Magnolia Gypsy
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