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Sunny South Beach
The end of May marked my return to South Beach for a week. My AirBnB rental was near Washington and 8th, not that far from last year’s rental. On this trip, I made it to the beach every single morning or afternoon and it was so relaxing for me. My daily routine was generally sunbathing … Continue reading
One Night in Bangkok
Technically, it was three nights in Bangkok, but the first one didn’t really count, as my flight arrived about 11:45 p.m. By the time I exchanged currency, made it through Immigration, collected my bag, got a taxi and checked into the hotel, it was definitely after 1:00 a.m. Nearly all of the following day was … Continue reading
Oh, My, My, Miami!
My last three birthdays have been spent out of the country. This year I wanted to go somewhere warm with a beach, but not that far away. Miami seemed to fit the bill, so I booked a trip using my Delta air miles. Getting there was a bit arduous. It involved a midnight flight out … Continue reading
It’s Saturday – It Must be Seminyak
I was up kind of early on Saturday, not wanting to to wait too long to leave Ubud. Quite frankly, the longer I wait to leave Ubud, the more difficult it is. I didn’t have a driver, so simply walked outside the hotel to find a couple of guys hanging out there. They asked if … Continue reading
Return to the Fog
Tuesday came too soon and, with it, my final hours in New Orleans. I slept slightly later than on Saturday or Sunday, but got up earlier than on Monday in order to pack. The majority of my beads were NOT going in my suitcase, as they weighed a ton. I only picked out some of … Continue reading
Do You Know What It Means…
to miss New Orleans? I certainly do! That must be why I’ve been there about 15 times. My most recent trip began a week ago. It started with a 7:20 p.m. flight from SFO to IAH. Whenever one uses air miles for virtually free tickets (this only cost me $10 in taxes), the airlines tend to … Continue reading
Catching Up With the Relatives
My second cousin, V., and her husband, M., were in town from Hawaii one evening last week. They’d been in Reno for a family reunion the weekend before, then stayed with another cousin for a few days in Benicia-Martinez. On the night they were in San Francisco, I met them in Chinatown. V., although born and … Continue reading