Well, I am finally ready to come out of the closet about my visits to India! My first visit to India was 1990 as the guest of the Brahma Kumaris's “Peace of Mind” Retreat, and I had a very tough time emotionally, seeing the poverty, the dirt, the garbage, the crowds, and the sickness in Mumbai,... Continue Reading →
These pictures are of me leaving Penang, which was very tough to leave!! I am in Yangon, Myanmar, and this is just an incredible place!!! 300 Ethnic groups here, and I will quote my Lonely Planet Guide, “You feel you have stepped into an issue of National Geographic around 1910, with no Starbucks in sight!”... Continue Reading →
I’m not too sure where to start. I left Toronto with many bruises, a bump on head and a black eye! The story of that was, I was having dinner with friends at their country home, I got up from the table carrying bowl of potato salad, I started walking from the candlelit dining room... Continue Reading →
Well, 2 days after my trip to Trinidad, I attended the Schembri wedding, Julie, my friend's eldest child Jeremy was getting married. (For those who read my book, Julie's late husband Charles was one of the special ones in the world, and in my life, he died very young of Cancer). It was a beautiful... Continue Reading →
As I said in my last blog I was invited to Trinidad for a wedding by my friend Jenny, her niece was getting married, a very large wedding, with 5 days of celebrations and my wardrobe had to be extensive! We arrived, and as I had been warned, very hot, no need to ask temperature... Continue Reading →
Well, here I am eating breakfast and reading International New York Times in Syntagma Square (centre of Athens) and thinking about what I would say on my blog about 2 months in Greece!! SO, HERE IT GOES! Parts of Athens are beautiful and some parts are very tough; there is lots of unemployment, lots of African Immigration (mostly Nigerian) and why the Government is allowing this, I... Continue Reading →
My trip didn't start off too well… I arrived at Athens airport, flying EL AL and I am second in line when some big Israeli guy with gold chains and shirt open to waist, steps in front of me and stands in line. I said “this is a line” and he turned and told me to F –OFF! Called me “stupid woman” and all I could think was this is why I haven't been... Continue Reading →
Many years ago, I was working in Jamaica and had a very good friend who was a Diplomat by the name of Kay Baxter (she sadly passed away at very young age) but as we traveled Jamaica, we would talk about growing old and how we wanted an interesting life with interesting people as we... Continue Reading →
