Every hour on the hour between 9am & 11pm, a spectacle takes place in Prague’s Old Town Square as eager tourists all have their phones aimed at this medieval clock. It dates back to 1410 and got severely damaged during the second World War, but has had numerous repairs & been back in operation since 1948.

For 45 seconds, two windows open up while the 12 apostles pass by while the grim reaper rings the death bell while holding up an hour glass.

Did you know the clock actually has 3 hands – sun, moon & the current zodiac sign the sun is in? The lower round of the clock is actually divided into 365 steps serving as a calendar.

The local legends states that upon completion, Master Hanuš had his eyes gouged out so that he couldn’t replicate this creation. Then guided by the resounding chimes, he forced his hand into the clock’s movement & shut down its operation for 100 years until the next repair could be completed.

So eager onlookers eagerly crowd around to witness this special occurrence & I can honestly say I came back 3 times just to partake again and again and again!

Deep in the countryside between Agra & Jaipur is a Dhula Village that is the perfect hideaway for a dose of relaxation. 

Our adventure group arrived via a long pothole infested backroad to a quiet oasis outfitted with glamping tents. 

We all made a beeline for the unexpected luxury of an aqua blue swimming pool, nestled underneath the ancient temples of 3 fallen royal family members. The drinks were flowing, music pumping & water games rocking with plenty of laughter in the air. 

We didn’t even care that the sky unleashed her fury during our self care session, since the previous few sightseeing days had been scorching in late August.

Our home for the night was basic but welcomed. With 2 singles cots, attached bathroom, fan & locker provided in each tent, it was a great reminder that simplicity can be a wonderful escape & needed every so often for just a personal reset. 

A traditional Indian dinner was served in the beautifully acquainted main house & we even learned the delightfully addictive card game of $@&?head to keep the laughs rolling. What’s the odds that my first game I pulled out a crazy win?!? 

With the downpours coming in periodic waves, we all finally retired to our own beds & got serenaded to sleep with the sweet sounds of nature. What a blessing to be here in this moment & totally disconnected to the outside world!

Just four months since my first visit and I’m again boarding a red eye en route to England. I barely skated through bag weight checks (literally at the max 22lbs max) plus a sling bag, so thankfully didn’t get hit with a painful $75 feet this go around. And my luck continued, as I drew a cozy window seat near the back of the plane with my middle seat partner finding an alternative prior to actual takeoff.

After catching a few zzzzzs, I was semi ready for 7 hours of exploration during my layover. I had researched two unconventional options – navigating the complicated bus system on the outskirts to Stonehenge or take a combo of trains/busses to Pooh Corner to indulge my childhood fantasies.

The other challenges I faced were transferring from Gatwick to Heathrow airports, so storing my bigger book-bag wasn’t an option plus there were limited options open on Sundays. And I should mention the bitter cold (~10 degrees less than usual) February weather reminding me how spoiled us Floridians have become.

I quickly determined that my first choice was going to be a bust, as it was almost 2 hours one way & the bus schedules weren’t conducive to an American on a very specific mission.

So I took a combo of trains to the end of the line in southeast London, in hopes of catching the bus route to Hartfield in East Sussex. My lunchtime arrival didn’t help, as the lack of options forced me to call an uber with hopes of getting me the last 10 miles to my destination. But after waiting for 3 different drivers and ultimately being cancelled by all, I unfortunately had to abort this mission.

Sidebar……If you know me, my birthday is shared with Winnie the Pooh so as a child I was obsessed with Pooh and friends rather than dolls. Can you believe I still have my very first oversized stuffed animal & it is even sporting an ash stain on its forehead from a church special day that I wanted to share? And working for Disney for 15 years, I spent way too much money on collecting anything and everything I could find of this chubby little honey loving bear. My home office even has 400+ Pooh beanie babies all dressed in unique outfits!

So I missed out on a cup of hot chocolate in my very own Pooh Bear mug at the Team Room, shopping at the on-site store, prancing through the 100 Acre Woods near the Ashdown Forest and walking through the Pooh’seum showcasing the life of author A.A. Milne.

To finish my journey, I rode the complex networks of trains and finally made it to Heathrow without really accomplishing much but chowing down on some ramen noodles.

Moral of the story – I don’t have too many travel blunders along my wild journey of life, but every now & then a plan doesn’t come to fruition & I’ve learned just to shrug it off!

After a week visiting family in Germany, it was time to explore a couple new countries! The train from Stuttgart to Salzburg was an easy 4 hour trek, despite a rather tight 15 min connection window navigating the monstrous train hub in Munich.

The seemingly infinite countrysides & quaint towns whizzed by as I tried to catch up on some zzzzzs prior to my whirlwind 3 days in Salzburg, Vienna & Prague.

We rolled into the city center at 1:21pm and I strolled down to the Mirabellgarden (heavy book-bag and all) for my 2pm tour through the iconic Sound of Music filming locations.

The nostalgia hit immediately as we were serenaded along the van ride with perfectly timed theatrical songs as we pulled into each historical point – the majestic fountain the kids all joyfully pranced around, to the lake where they splashed in after falling out of the boat, to the pavilion Rolf & Liesl fell in love, to the tree lined street where Maria first walked with her guitar en route to the Von Trapp mansion, to the hotels where the stars stayed during filming, to the abbey cliffside that only has 14 nuns left and finally perched high above in the quaint town of Mondsee was the wedding chapel of Maria & Captain.

The not overly impressive yellow church on the outside instantly took my breath away upon entering, as it was garnished with over-the-top tapestries & ornate fixtures everywhere. I could subconsciously hear the processional sung by the nuns & walked in the same footsteps as Maria did 60 years ago (almost to the day March 2, 1965). A truly special experience!

Dreams do come true….

This one has been on my bucket list for a while, so my quick European jaunt in October 2024 led to a 9 hour bunk session in my very own capsule room.

While there is nothing glamorous about the whole ordeal, it is quite an experience being able to hunker down in a quiet, dark, cushioned bed. I have suffered through numerous nights on cold, hard concourse floors, but this wasn’t one of them.

So en route back home via a whirlwind four days to visit my brother’s family in Germany and admittedly groggy after minimal sleep, I opted to splurge (not really) on a good night’s sleep. Upon arrival to the behemoth that is Heathrow at 11:30pm, I actually had trouble locating the specific elevator leading to my 100 square feet temporary home. It was literally off the main thoroughfare, within minutes I was checked in & found my room first on the narrow corridor. The bed wasn’t anything flashy, but my own private bathroom with a hot shower was much needed and I crashed as soon as my head hit the pillow (which is a rarity in itself).

Lost in my dreams, I awoke to a sharp knock on my door at 9am and had to remind the attendant that they had granted me a late checkout since I had arrived so late. Another quick shower to jolt me awake and without a hairdryer, it was very strange to walk out into the terminal in complete wetback mode!

Nonetheless, I emerged only 100 ft from the security line and easily traversed through to hit my gate in a record time of 15 mins since waking up!

GAMECHANGER….

Our new, yearly January girls BFF retreat is an easy trek up to Daytona Beach for some sunshine & much needed post holiday recovery mode.

Beachfront is the only way we do it! Breakfast is whipped up every day, much to my delight. I have some pop-up work calls to wrap up, so they take some leisurely walks on the beach and even catch a rocket launch.

Everyone gets to pick out their own must do activity and we go out exploring. Hitting up the Buc-ee’s is always a hoot and this time the ladies both wanted to get some practice in at the local gun range. I opted to watch the Duke game during, so everyone was in their own element.

We find a botanical garden that (surprisingly) none of us have ever seen, so are content hiking to the sugar mill ruins and through nature. Then we also found a quaint art show prior to crashing the hotel’s glow in the dark bingo and karaoke.

Back to the room for dinner and game night shenanigans. Each night wouldn’t be complete without a soak in the hotel tub too. And I even shocked myself by jumping into the (heated) pool, which was still a big shock to the system at a measly 78 degrees! Then we end with finding the cheesiest movies to cuddle up on the couch with, until we can’t keep our eyes open anymore.

Sunday inevitably awakes and we say our goodbyes before parting ways to head back home. These getaways rejuvenate my soul more than I can ever express in words. I’m eternally grateful for their positive energy, joyful conversations, playful banter and being each other’s biggest cheerleaders!

While I wholeheartedly believe in the healing power of a regularly scheduled girls trip, I can equally find so much joy in the simplicity of a solo adventure. Most won’t understand or harness this time of reflection and rejuvenation, but I have learned over time to embrace the sweet sound of silence…..

Slow down.

Breathe deeply.

Appreciate the little things.

Recalibrate.

Trust yourself.

Meditate.

Dream big.

Traveling solo will be the scariest, yet most liberating experience of your life. Don’t knock it until you try it.

Life changing……

My 6th of 7 Wonders of the World finally came to fruition on Saturday, March 1, 2025. Our tour group of 16 foreigners (2 Canada, 5 England, 2 Ireland, 2 Switzerland, 2 Greece & 3 USA) left downtown Beijing at 8am en route to the Mutianyu section of the Great Wall of China.

Spanning over 4,163 miles, this construction marvel was started in the 9th century BC & the only manmade structure visible from space. It is now a designated UNESCO World Heritage Site that has 2500km open for hiking between watchtowers 1-20.

Little did I know my epic day in the making almost had a disastrous outcome. In China, a passport must be swiped at every major area of importance & readily available for inspection. So as we boarded the outbound bus, my OCD kicked in & I just happened to recheck my travel wallet to physically touch my passport again (which supposedly I thought I had already done twice). IYKYK a travelers’ worst nightmare is misplacing this crucial document & mine was NOT in its trusty safe place. Sheer panic poured all over my face & seeped into every ounce of my being, as I raced back up to my room to scrounge through all my belongings. Fortunately, all peace was restored when I found my key to the world tucked into my sweatshirt pocket from our excursion to the bustling street market the night prior.

So the journey can continue……

Most of our group chose to ride the short ski-like tram to the wall barrier & I quickly trudged upward to climb as much as possible in our 4 hour visit. I was pleasantly surprised by the mini/half steps making the ascent semi-tolerable at a slow pace. As I made it to the double digit towers, the crowds started to dissipate & I could truly be in the moment.

Pinch me. Could it be real that I’m actually in the remote mountains in China, 13 hours ahead & away from my daily life? A tear actually surfaced as I realized the magnitude of this moment. It is truly amazing the places you can go & the dreams you can make a reality with a little extra grit & belief in oneself. I don’t possess an off switch nor do anything half ass…. this is one of those defining days!

And to conclude this momentous occasion, I chose the thrill ride down on a toboggan slide pulling into the station with my hair on fire & smiling ear to ear!

Prioritizing experiences over material things is always an easy call for me. A little (calculated) risk can open up doors you never knew existed & transport you into another dimension of wonder. Follow me on a journey.

Would you rather…..

• Clip in to an iron rung via ferrata scaling straight up a Norwegian fjord to catch a mesmerizing sunset over the entire gorge RATHER THAN purchase an expensive car?
• Rappel & slide down a series of Costa Rican waterfalls at midnight with only a headlamp to guide the way RATHER THAN splurge on a new outfit?
• Hike 10 miles past stunning waterfalls with over a 3k ft elevation gain to enjoy a picnic lunch at a scenic cliffside paradise RATHER THAN sit down to a four course meal?
• Wake up at 3am to catch a once-in-a-lifetime hot air balloon ride for sunrise over the Cappadocia, Turkey hoodoos RATHER THAN exchange/upgrade your electronics for the latest & greatest?
• Climb up the impressive red rock arches & wade waist deep in the bone chilling, water lining slot canyons throughout southern Utah RATHER THAN drink away your night at a local bar?
• Glide through the icebergs via zodiac in Antarctica where only ~.01% of people on Earth have witnessed baby penguins take their first leap of faith into the crystal clear ocean RATHER THAN buying another knick knack that will just collect dust on a house shelf?
• Beat the 5% odds of applying for the hardest hiking permit in the US & getting up at 4am to drive an hour down a bumpy dirt road with all of your clothes on to stay warm & trekking with only a headlamp for 3.5 miles to witness “The Wave” natural landscape without another soul in sight for 2+ hours RATHER THAN ordering take out or door dash repeatedly?
• Ride in the back of an open air jeep through the Wadi Rum desert in Jordan while wild camels race us into the blazing sunset RATHER THAN sipping away the frequent Starbucks run?
• Ditch your airline lost heavy hiking pack for only a 10 lb. small crossbody bag in hopes of renting a moped to putz around an Indonesian island paradise for 4 days RATHER THAN signing up for another boring gym membership?
• Go full throttle via snowmobile cutting through the fresh snow straight up a ski slope after midnight to a sea of stars RATHER THAN gamble away at the slots & black jack tables?
• Be tethered to a teammate while you scale & jump over the icy edges of a bottomless glacier crevice RATHER THAN sit in front of the TV watching old shows?

Find your happy & be relentless in pursuing that joy that sets your soul on fire. Your only limits are those that you self-impose.

Just go for it. No regrets….. EVER!!!