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This is a blog about travel for one time hippies, single women with grey hair, and older folk that refuse to stay in the box.
I have always wanted to travel, just grab a backpack and bum around Europe. But I could never afford to.  Then with the joys of being a single parent with two kids, well let's just say there were other joys for me.
Now I have reached a certain age, I have the means to do some travel, and the freedom to do so, but that backpack thing just doesn't work for me any more. But that does not mean that I am going to stop traveling. No way.  I am just going to invent new ways of doing it. I want to bring the richness of my experience to my travels while finding ways to cope with my limitations. Or even better to use my limitations to find adventures that I might have overlooked.

My limitations.  I list these not to whine about what I can't do, but to invite you to stretch your expectations of what you can do with what your parameters dictate.

  • I am 65. Speed limit. Deal with AARP and Medicare advertisements. I have the honor of being called Auntie by some, and Granny by two special children that live in Wales. I also get senior discounts.
  • I have bad knees. Sometimes I use a cane. Three miles then lunch, and perhaps another two if the terrain isn't too bad.
  • I travel on a limited budget.  You can call it cheep, or call it frugal. But I still like to know that the sheets are clean in the hotel. 
  • I snore. This is a big handicap as I don't like to share rooms with people that I will keep awake. Hostels and shared cabin cruises are out of the question

So here we go.  Blog started.

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