This Southern Gal's View of the World

LOUISVILLE KENTUCKY, er . . . LUEYVILLE? LOOAVUL? LOUVUL?

2011-05-16T07:10:00.000-07:00

Last week I traveled with my husband to Louisville Kentucky and I felt like like I was back in Scotland because I simply cannot pronounce the name of this town any more than I can get my tongue around Edinburgh! I've been saying it as it is spelled and have been corrected countless times, each with a different pronounciation. That said, this is a great place full of history and horses. Our visit only lasted a couple of days. I would have enjoyed a longer stay to explore the city.

We stayed at the Galt House. I can tell this hotel was once a grand lady. Now I would describe her as a little tired. I didn't really notice this until we got to our room. We were on the 16th floor with a lovely view of the Ohio River and the small park below. The bathroom was in disrepair, the sink stopper was in pieces and for some reason it took a long time for the hot water to reach our bathroom. Housekeeping was also sorta spotty. We had to call one evening for towels and when they arrived I could tell they were old ones, thin and rough with the faint smell of french fry grease. Internet was free, but pitiful. I know this sounds picky, however, when a hotel charges premium prices, one expects premium accommodations.

One nice thing was the observatory. I enjoyed this sunny spot. It was a great place to write. There is an aviary in the center and the bar is an aquarium. Pretty cool. Also, the staff were very helpful and kind. Surprisingly, the room service food was really good and the prices reasonable. Neal and I got in so late, we just didn't have the energy to find a place to eat. How wonderful to have our meal delivered to our room for less than it would have been eating out!

Louisville is a beautiful city. Roses everywhere. We visited the Kentucky Derby Museum and found it very interesting. Kids will love it. They can mount a simulated horse and virtually race their friends on the screen in front of them. On the first floor is a 360 degree screen that gives a tour and history of the derby. They also have a soundproof booth where we can try our hand at calling a horse race. Thank goodness it was soundproof!

Of course, my favorite was the hats! Ladies of the derby look like those who attended the Royal Wedding. I have a real weakness for hats and my wonderful husband bought me one. He is such a great guy!

Downtown shopping is fantastic and if you like antiques, Joe Ley is a must see! I also enjoyed a wonderful breakfast at a small cafe called "Toast."

Since our reason for being in Louisville was business, our time was limited and that's too bad. There is so much to do and see there, especially with the kids. Go to this site for more information: http://tinyurl.com/5rje48p

IGUAZU FALLS

2010-11-08T05:36:00.000-08:00

My dear friend, Jan Morrill, "World Traveler" is guest blogging this month. Through her excellent writing it is easy to picture the panoramic beauty of these falls, but we don't have to because she includes beautiful pictures. Enjoy!

Be sure to visit her at:

www.janmorrill.com

www.jansthoughtsovercoffee.blogspot.com
www.janswabisabiworld.blogspot.com

Jan and husband, Steven

Though we took hundreds of pictures, practically ravenous to capture the beauty of Iguazu Falls, they do not do justice. Of all the places I've visited in the world, I have to say the falls are in the top five of those that took my breath away. (The others? Machu Picchu, Great Wall, Venice, Santorini)

Iguazu Falls, a UNESCO World Heritage Site, is located on the border of Brazil and Argentina. The Argentina side contains 2/3 of the 275 waterfalls and is considered to be the "intimate" side, allowing visitors a close look, even the ability to walk over the crest of some of the falls.

The most spectacular is The Devil's Throat, a U-shaped waterfall which is 490 ft. x 2300 ft. It was the first waterfall we visited, and I still remember the thrill and anticipation of seeing it as we approached on a long, wooden walkway and heard the water thundering in the distance.

Brazil is considered the "panoramic" side. Where the awe of the Argentina side came from the rumbling feeling and sound of so much water, the Brazilian side was spectacular because of the views.

Before we visited the Brazilian side, our guide told us of a legend surrounding Iguazu Falls. The serpent god, M'Boi fell in love with the Guarani Indian girl, Naipi. However, Naipi loved a great warrior, Taroba, and they were to be married. Together, they tried to escape from M'Boi in a canoe. This so infuriated M'Boi, he turned Naipi into a rock in the river on the Argentina side, and turned Taroba into a palm tree on the Brazilian side. He created the waterfalls to keep the two apart, cruelly assuring the lovers could see each other, but never touch. However, he couldn't keep Naipi and Taroba from expressing their love, and sometimes that love appears as a rainbow.

We were lucky the day we visited the Brazilian side. The sun shone brightly, and the waterfalls were filled with countless expressions of Naipi's and Taroba's love. Rainbows never looked so beautiful.

THEMED VACATION ADVENTURES FOR THE KIDS (AND YOURSELF)

2010-07-25T15:00:00.000-07:00

When my children were small, they’d cuddle around me in our overstuffed chair on dreary winter afternoons and listen to me read the Little House books by Laura Ingalls Wilder. Then after I put them down for a nap, I’d make a cup of coffee and return to the chair and continued to read them.

Laura’s books appeal to all ages. Did you know she was 65 when she wrote her first book? She is an inspiration to us all. As my friend Sue Falcon says, “at any age, at any stage!”

I was as big a fan of Mrs. Wilder as my children were. When I learned the house where she wrote the books was only a short distance from Branson— our usual vacation spot—Neal and I gathered up the kids and took them on an “educational” excursion.

We had a great time seeing things in the museum that we read about in her stories. Pa’s fiddle holds a place of honor in a glass case. While staring at it, I imagined the family sitting around him clapping their hands to the music. Then we toured her home. It is unique and built especially for Laura’s short stature. That vacation was many years ago. Since then the Wilder Home Association has opened the “Rock House” that Rose Wilder built for her parents with the money she earned as a journalist. I had no idea that Rose had been such a success. You will learn a lot about her at the museum as well.

Why not plan a themed vacation for your kids? First, nurture their interest. Read them a little house book, watch a rerun of one of the early television shows, cook a meal like Laura would have eaten. Then take them to one of her home sites or museums. For a list of locations go to: http://www.lauraingallswilder.com/homesites.asp

Other themed ideas could be Helen Keller, Edgar Allen Poe, Herman Melville, Emily Dickenson, William Faulkner, Ernest Hemmingway, Louisa May Alcott, Ralph Waldo Emerson and Nathaniel Hawthorne, just to name a few. Themes do not have to be limited to authors. Any famous person or event would work.

Times spent together before, during, and after vacation make rich memories that our children will share with their children.

More than anything we could buy our kids, great memories are the best gifts we can give.

CONTRASTS

2010-07-12T13:14:00.000-07:00

Hello everyone!

I’m excited to introduce you to my guest blogger, Normandie Fischer. In her blog she offers insight rarely heard and for those of you thinking about visiting Mexico this will be especially interesting to you.

A little bit about Normandie. She has been a sailor all of her life. She and her husband, Michael, sail through their days wherever the Wind of God blows their sailboat, Sea Venture. Normandie writes, sculpts (she studied in Italy for several years), and adores her adult children, Ariana and Joshua Milton. (Find out more about her writing at www.normandiefischer.com and www.writingonboard.blogspot.com) She is also available to chat with you about the wonderful things God has done in her life: the miracles she’s seen, the blessings she’s known, and the lessons she’s learned. Contact her at normandie at seaventure.us

Sipping an espresso on New York’s Upper East Side at an elegant sidewalk restaurant, I felt worlds away from the trash-strewn streets of the garment district through which I’d passed that morning. I had the same experience when I visited cities in Jordan years ago, and then later in Lebanon. I remember rolling rice into a ball as I ate from a plate of mansuf at the home of middle-class Jordanians. We were mere kilometers from the king’s palace, where riches slipped through jeweled fingers instead of outward to alleviate that nation’s poverty and the squalor of the refugee camps.

The rich of New York or Amman inhabit the same city as the poor, and the poor like it not. “The poor you will always have with you,” Jesus said. Which I suppose means that we’ll always have the rich with us as well.

The assumption seems to be that the rich fare better than their poorer brethren. But I’m not all that convinced that the rich neighbors in New York or Amman bask in the sublime either. There’s never quite enough, is there? Never quite enough money or things or good times or love. For either group. So, who lives in the greatest poverty?

Contrast this with the attitude of a number of the folk I’ve met here in Mexico. Yes, there are rich and poor, but more of the latter. Certainly more of those with modest means in the areas we visit on board Sea Venture.

I can’t write about the places that I know only from sensational stories of murder, mayhem, and drugs. There’s misery wherever man submits to the demonic. And I’m sure there are subsets within each group here who hate other subsets, and large numbers here who also envy and covet.

We were warned that Mexico abounds in crime. It probably does. So did the CA Delta, where another boater stole things from our boat…after all, we had and he didn’t. We’ve heard of thievery in San Carlos, but in the incident we heard about, the thief who had his hands in the cookie jar was a gringo. The fellow stuttered excuses after trying to loose another boater’s outboard so he could "try it out for fit" on his boat. Obviously, he believed in the they-had-and-he-didn’t school of thought. He wanted, so he tried to take.

When we first sailed into Ensenada, we heard rumors of unrest and violence, and, yet, during our six months in the marina there, smiles greeted us daily as we wandered past the gringo enclave of yatistas. Children grinned from behind parents’ legs. Mothers smiled at our “Hola!” Tour guides offered us free carriage rides once they’d dropped off their paying clients. Hawkers for one store showed us where we might find the best tacos and then escorted us so we wouldn’t get lost. Taxi drivers stopped to usher us through a stop sign when we drove anywhere and smiled as they did so. Cars halted if we stepped into the road. Their drivers grinned and waved us on.

And then we drove north for supplies. En route, Mexicans in toll booths laughed at Michael’s jokes. Soldiers smiled and told us to pass, please. But once we got to the border, no one smiled and no one laughed and horns blared and people cursed.

Why? What is the difference? North of the border lies the land of opportunity, doesn’t it? There are riches to be had if you work hard enough, aren’t there? Perhaps.

Only, joy seems sadly missing on the highways, in the toll booths, in the supermarkets or restaurants and in the doctors’ offices.

The doctors in the States fear malpractice suits. They hurry us through and then bill exorbitantly. They charge for Kleenex and gloves and Q-tips. They recommend test after test after test. Just in case. And then warn us about Mexican doctors.

In La Paz, an English-speaking cardiologist examined Michael’s records, administered an EKG, and then discussed the results for $47. The oncology specialist did the same, going so far as to call the boat after hours (way after hours) to give me my mammogram results. I was so shocked when a man identified himself as Roberto that I almost hung up. Roberto? Oh, right, the doctor. The GP in La Paz charged 500 pesos per visit, which can’t be more than $40, and will even make boat calls.

Malpractice is a non-issue. One assumes the doctor cares and does his best. So, he cares and does his best. He puts the patient first, not the insurance company. He treats what needs treating and then does a little more if you’re worried – or if you must satisfy that doctor back home.

Who is happier? The doctor with his Mercedes or the one who lives like the rest of us? The patient who pays hundreds for insurance, who lives at a disconnect from the doctor via a receptionist and then a nurse? Or the patient who pays a pittance in cash to a doctor, with instructions to call his cell phone if any problems or questions arise? And, you know what? EVERY single time the doctor has answered his cell phone and talked to us. Each one: the cardiologist, the oncologist, and the GP.

Here in lower Baja California, the desert heat scorches, but a shy smile radiates from the old man passing on the sidewalk. He doesn’t look as if he owns much, but, oh, he is rich. What’s the difference?

Ah! I smile. Could it be that here is a culture that values the family and hard work tempered with patience and a siesta? Could it have to do with villagers, some with few ties to the outside world, who act communally to help each other? Yes, there’s poverty. Yes, there’s dirt. Yes, Mexico is inhabited by imperfect people living in an imperfect society. And, yes, some of them have been seduced by the idea of more. But for every one of those, there are hundreds who have learned how to say gracias for the life they have.

There will always be those who have and those who have not, those who smile and those who grumble, those who give and those who take. We align ourselves by choice. Where do you stand? Wanting more or grinning happily because you have so much – whatever so much means to you?

By Normandie Fischer

THE ENDURING PAST

2010-07-06T14:31:00.000-07:00

One of the things ingrained in this Southern girl is the importance of “pass along” plants. Some call them “heritage” plants because they tell a story.

Like Tiger Lilly bulbs that grew by my grandmother's kitchen door. The orange blooms with black speckles seemed huge to my little girl eyes. My grandmother died nearly ten years ago, however, today, when I see Tiger Lillies I'm immediately transported to the happy days of my childhood. There is something comforting about the enduring past.

My uncle gave me purple hull pea seeds that come from the seeds his father planted. The neat thing is that I know without a doubt that every seed is a purple hull pea unlike some companies that label their seeds as “field peas” because there may be a mixture of types of peas. The remnants of previous pickings get lodged in the harvesting machinery and are mixed with the next picking, therefore mixing purple hulls with crowder peas, for instance.

Why am I talking about gardening in a travel blog? Well, one of my fav places to order seeds is from Baker Creek Heirloom Seed Company where you know what you are getting! While on vacation in Branson, Missouri, it just so happened that while on vacation we were close to their retail store in Mansfield, Missouri in a their pioneer village, Bakersville.

What a fun place to visit! I found walls of heirloom seeds in the Mercantile. A gardener's heaven. I took my time browsing what seemed like thousands of seed packages, looking through books on gardening and talking with Mary who answered my questions.

But it isn’t just seeds you will find there. I browsed the herbs, soaps, teas and gifts in the Apothecary and enjoyed a yummy meal in their historic Asian restaurant from veggies grown in their own gardens! By the way, payment for your meal is by donations. You don't see that much anymore. The day I was there they served Mediterranean Wraps with green beans, beets, and fried onion rings! It was all good, but oh, those onion rings! Amy and Hannah made sure we were well fed and refreshed with their mint tea made from the mint grown in their own garden. Wow!

After returning home, I looked at their site, www.rareseeds.com, and found out they have festivals! Next year I plan on attending their Spring Planting Festival and listen to their expert gardening speakers! Also, the first Sunday of every month they have Heritage Days Festivals. So why wait until the spring? At these festivals they offer great music, demonstrations, crafts, a farmers market, garden exhibits and contests for the kiddos.

Wow. Who knew? This all is happening in my own back yard, so to speak.

If you are in the Branson or Springfield area of Missouri, it is worth your time to visit Bakersville. Buy heirloom seeds while you are there, and pass them along to friends and family. Tell your story.

INDIA'S INSPIRATION

2010-03-30T13:23:00.000-07:00

My dear friend, Jan Morrill, just returned from India and I asked her to be my guest blogger today. I know you will enjoy her experience. To read more of Jan's work please visit her blog:
http://www.jansthoughtsovercoffee.blogspot.com/

I recently finished reading a book that changed the way I look at the world, not only as a human being, but also as a writer. It is called “Wabi Sabi for Writers,” by Richard R. Powell. It is a complicated philosophy to explain, but to summarize; it is a method of developing the way one looks at the world in order that she may find even the simplest objects fascinating and beautiful. It is a way of finding beauty in imperfection.

India was the perfect place to put this philosophy to work. During the first part of my recent visit there, I sat in a comfortable tour bus, where from my window I watched masses of poor, even homeless men, women and children. Many times I turned away because a particular scene filled me with pity, helplessness, anger, even guilt that I watched them from the relative luxury of an incongruous tour bus.

Day after day, my bus window was filled with images of thousands of people lingering along garbage-filled streets. Stray dogs sniffed the ground, desperate for any morsel. Cows strutted royally, weaving in and out of traffic at will. Pigs foraged piles of garbage, perpetual smiles on their faces.

At first, I wanted to go home. I missed my well-ordered, sanitary world. My well-fed dogs. I turned away from the window—the outside world, too foreign to me.

But by journey’s end, using the principals of wabi sabi, I’d begun to look at the Indian world differently. I found beauty everywhere.

I began to zoom in on the small scenes within the larger scene—the countless conversations taking place between men; women whispering secrets to each other as they walked together; children chasing down the street, laughing along the way.

Many areas had central water pumps where women gathered to collect water in large urns. The spectacular colors of their saris were as bright as spring flowers on a tundra, a rainbow against the gray ugliness that surrounded them. They chatted and giggled as they moved the pump handle up and down to fill the urns. Once full, they placed the urns atop their heads and carried the water away, slow and graceful, their saris flowing like clouds around them.

Another scene-within-a-scene was the central bathing area. It consisted of a large concrete tank filled with water—green-tinted water. Even in the near-freezing temperatures of the northern cities—New Delhi, Jaipur and Agra—men and boys gathered around, naked but for scant underpants and a smile. They joked and teased as they soaped themselves. They lived wabi sabi lives, finding joy in simplicity, imperfection.

Night brought darkness and a change of scene. As the sunset, lean-tos sprang up along the broken walls of the city. One-by-one, the residents of these temporary villages lit campfires, using garbage for fuel. Women stirred the scant evening meal in small pots over the fires, their saris glittering in the flickering light. Again, beautiful and fascinating simplicity.

When the last warmth of sunlight had disappeared, orange flames dotted the sidewalks and streets like twinkling lights on a tree. Children chased each other, weaving around the campfires and stopping at times to warm their hands. Hunched around other flames, men talked, their faces expressive, hands animated.

Each day, I looked forward to watching the children of India play. As with the adults, Indian children spend most of their daylight hours outside. Without electricity, it is dark inside the houses. And without electricity, there are no televisions. So, the children run, play with each other, ride bikes, build forts, create games with sticks, stones, garbage.

One day, I watched a woman sitting next to a man I assumed was her husband, as he laid stones in a sidewalk he was repairing. She looked fragile, and all but her eyes were hidden behind a dingy veil. Her eyes were dark and hard, almost angry. I stared at her, imagining stories about her life. I surmised so many different tales, but each had the same conclusion—she’d live unhappily ever after with her difficult lot in life.

For a brief moment, our gazes met.

Though a bit intimidated by her eyes and uncomfortable being an American who watched her from a window on a tour bus, I waved at her. And smiled.

Her eyes brightened. She removed the veil from her face and smiled the most beautiful smile I’d ever seen.

She tapped her husband on his back, and he turned to look at me, too. The tired lines on his face disappeared and he, too, smiled and waved at me.

We shared a tiny moment of happiness, and it transcended poverty and wealth.
Richard R. Powell says of wabi sabi: “It is an intuitive way of living that involves noticing the moments that make life rich and paying attention to the simple pleasures that can be over-shadowed by the bustle and excess of our consumer society.”

I realized that often we too focused in pursuing excess, like a horse with blinders, we gallop toward what we consider a better life. And in doing so, we pass right by the simple pleasures in life. A warm conversation. A good laugh. A chance to play. A smile shared with a stranger.

BACK TO OUR ROOTS

2010-03-10T09:21:00.000-08:00

Next year Neal and I plan to return to Scotland to visit our ancestral heritage. My great- great- great- great-grandfather Leslie came to America in the 1800's. I'm searching for anything that would tell me about his decision to come here, and about the family he left behind.

Neal is a Campbell. He doesn't have a direct link to his ancestor(s) or when his branch of the Campbell Clan came to America. But to look at him, it is undeniable that he has Scottish blood.

I'm anxious to return to Scotland and see more of it. Neal also has Welsh heritage, and we both have Irish ancestors also. The Irish blood is evident in my daughter, Olivia. While she and I were backpacking in the UK, she was often mistaken as an Irish lass, that is until she spoke.

It is fun to try and find our roots. Here in America the citizens are like a fabric woven of many threads. Some of those threads are evident in our faces and body structure, others are evident in our souls. When I am in the UK or Scotland, I feel I'm home. I'm sure that when I visit Ireland, one day, the same homecoming sensation will wash over me.

I love being an American, but I also honor the homelands where my stories began.

Humankind is a beautiful tapestry, isn't it?

MAKING PLANS

2010-01-09T06:40:00.000-08:00

It is 5 degrees here in Fayetteville, AR (-15 c). So my husband, Neal, and I sipped our morning coffee in front of the fire and made plans for our next big trip. We won't go until next year, still, it was fun dreaming together. We've decided on returning to one of the homelands of our ancestors. Scotland, Ireland, and/or Wales. Of course, I want to return to England too. As much as I love that country, surely someone in my lineage came from there!

After we finished our coffee and our dreaming I sat down at my computer to work on my newest book (deadline end of Feb. Yikes!) and found an email from a company in England that sells antique watches informed me they've featured my blog and wanted me to return the favor, which I am happily doing.

Maybe it's a sign? That I'm to return to England? One can only dream.

http://antique-pocket-watches.co.uk/

COME HOME TO THE WOODLANDS

2009-12-05T11:51:00.001-08:00

Neal and I made our annual trip to Red River, New Mexico in late October. Each year I am reminded afresh why I love that place so much. It is so diverse. Hiking, boating, fishing, skiing, snowshoeing, historical sights to visit, and my favorite activity–reflecting and writing.

I’ve written about New Mexico before and if you’d like more information about the area just visit my older posts. Today I want to tell you about a great place to stay–The Woodlands on the River. These condos are on the Red River a couple of miles from town. Each condo has two bedrooms, a bathroom, a family room with a fireplace (wood provided) and a eat-in, fully equipped kitchen. The upstairs condos have a balcony and the downstairs a patio. It is the perfect place to come home to and relax after a day of adventure and activity. If you would rather have a quiet day and maybe take a short walk along the river you can do so and take in all the beauty your heart desires.

owner- Linda, office manager- Cori, owner-Jodi

The condos belong to individual owners who rent them throughout the year. They usually decorate the condos with a theme. When you call the office tell them if you have any special needs. For instance, upstairs, downstairs, queen bed, twin beds, etc. Cori, the office manager will do her best to accommodate you. This year we were surprised to find that the condo we rented had bunk-beds in one room. This wasn’t suitable for us or the couple who was sharing the condo with us. Even though the Woodlands were near capacity, she was able to work things out for us and get us in a condo with queen beds.

Even though the kitchens are fully equipped, I suggest that if you plan to do extensive cooking bring your own electric skillet, fryer, or crock pots. Also, bring your own sharp knives. In each condo there have been plenty of dishes and bowls. They provide dish towels and cleaners. Also, there have been paper towels on the counter, but I always bring extra.

A grocery store is close by on the main street. Neal and I have walked to it. It couldn’t be more than 3 miles. The prices are what you would expect in a small town grocer, so it helps to bring your dry ingredients with you if you are driving.

Another suggestion, bring a humidifier. This will really help your nose and sinuses. The air is thin and dry. It takes a couple of days to get used to it, so drink plenty of fluids and keep your activities light for the first 48ish hours.

Oh, and ducks, can’t forget them! They adopt you immediately. Although guests offer a wide variety of snacks for them I like to bring cracked corn. I buy it at a feed store in town. During our last visit a doe and her fawn also visited and enjoyed the corn.

Hint: the condo units that have the best views of the river are 1, 3, 4, and 6. Oh, and for what it is worth, what they call a river is more like a creek where I come from. In other words, don’t bring your boat, just your waders.

For more information go to:www.woodlandsredriver.com

SILVER DOLLAR CITY: A GREAT PAST BEHIND ME

2009-09-14T18:57:00.000-07:00

Autumn is in the air. The crisp breeze dances among turning leaves and unlocks my memories of years gone by when my children were small. Our favorite fall activity was to pitch a tent in Branson, Missouri and head to Silver Dollar City. For the life of me, I cannot go there today without crying. How I miss those days when five little faces were turned up to me, their eyes dancing and smiles spread wide.

During this time of year, the City bursts with color. The streets, buildings, and gardens are decorated with yellow, orange, and red leaves, fat pumpkins, pots of mums, friendly scarecrows, vines and wreaths. The aroma of roasting corn and smoked turkey drumsticks wraps a friendly arm around our shoulders and draws us to the kiosks that also tempts with huge woks of fried potatoes and onions, and succotash – a mixture of fried okra, whole kernel corn, summer squash, chicken, onion and bell pepper – yum!

Sweet tooth? No problem. How about hot, fried, funnel cakes - crispy on the outside and tender inside, sprinkled with powdered sugar or slathered with white icing? Too rich? There is always kettle corn, ice cream, and fudge!

The above are just snacks. For a full blown meal there are restaurants that specialize in barbecue, salads, fried chicken, grilled food, and home cooking.

It is a good thing that the City is hilly. After all that eating I need to walk. At any given moment a “skit” might commence right in front of you. Seems that the citizens of SDC are always having to create a scene!

When you need to give your feet a rest, there are several shows to see that are included with the price of your ticket. My favorite is the Saloon show. All of them are fun and safe for the kids. Another fun thing to do is ride the train and be part of the “Great Train Robbery.”

Back in the day, my kids loved the rides. Now I just sit and watch the other parents run behind their children. How I would love to be able to sit all those young parents down and tell them to enjoy these days. I know I did.

If rides aren’t your thing, then shop! From clothing to furniture, there is something for everyone. If shopping isn’t your thing, then people watch. It is mind-blowing to see so many different kinds of faces and bodies, and yet we are also the same.

Nature is another big draw for me. The City is nestled in the trees and hills and great care has been taken to preserve the integrity of history as much as possible.

Oh, I forgot the cave! Explore Marvel Cave. In case of a hot fall day, it is a cool respite.

TIPS:

If you are going to ride the rides, plan on getting wet. Wear something that dries fast.
If you go to the city after 3:00 the next day is free.
Decide on a meeting point. The City is big and crowded. We always had our kids check in with us every thirty minutes. (Of course, this was before cell phones. Still it is a good idea)
There are strollers to rent.
And in case you haven’t already figured it out, take comfy shoes, even if they are ugly!
Don’t worry if you seem to be parking miles from the park. There are trams to take you there and the wait isn’t long. Just remember to duck your head when you get on and make a note of the parking lot you are in.
If you plan on visiting the city more than once, it is cheaper to get a season pass. Go to the site for more information.

From now until October 31 is the National Harvest Festival. There are 500 visiting craftsmen and musicians. Blue grass music puts a tap in your step, gospel quartets harmonize on the breeze inviting all who hear to hum along. Another big attraction is their stage show, Headin’ West, a tale of the westward movement in the 1860’s, which is only performed during this season.

Silver Dollar City’s slogan is, “You have a great past ahead of you.” For me it is a reminder of a great past that is behind me. One of three little boys and two little girls with large eyes trying to take in everything at once, laughing, playing, sticky with funnel cakes, and soaked to the skin. Then at the end of the day my exhausted babies slept on the floor like a pile of puppies.

Good times.

Finding Treasure in New Haven, Conneticut

2009-05-27T09:12:00.000-07:00

New Haven, Connecticut is a delicious blend of old and new. History holds hands with the present in mutual respect and adoration. It is a bustling college town with streets bordered by shady trees beckoning passersby to slow down and rest a while.
I followed the advice of the trees and wandered along Whitney Avenue. It is on this street that I discovered the best kept secret in town the New Haven Museum. I popped in for a quick “look-see” and left three hours later.

Inside I learned about New Haven from its infancy. In this civic museum I found illustrations and paintings, letters and artifacts about the colonization, the early industrial town and city of this beautiful area. When one thinks of New Haven, Yale naturally comes to mind. But there are many famous sons to whom we owe a great deal of debt who hail from this area. Eli Whitney who invented the cotton gin and Noah Webster who had the vision of establishing a uniform language and spelling common to all Americans and yet different from England, thus he wrote our Webster’s dictionary. From my travels, I can attest to his success. Just read my blog, “You Say Biscuit, I Say Cookie.” Then there is Charles Goodyear who discovered vulcanization by accident and we have him to thank that our tires do not melt on the hot streets of summer. The infamous Benedict Arnold called New Haven home as well. Learn all about them here and see the artifacts of their lives.

The museum also houses the Whitney Research Library that holds over 30,000 volumes and over 250 manuscript collections as well as maps, photographs, and family history resources. There is also a sobering display of Amistad which chronicles the events of the 1839 revolt and ensuing legal case resulting in a defining moment in the anti-slavery movement. In this display is an original portrait by Nathaniel Jocelyn of Joseph Cinque, the African slave who led the mutiny on the Cuban ship Amistad. I especially enjoyed the maritime exhibit that chronicles New Haven’s coastal trade with the West Indies, Europe, and China.

As the original sign that hung outside Benedict Arnold’s shop says, there’s “sibi totique,” loosely translated, “something for everyone.” You can see that sign in the New Haven Illustrated room.

If you are visiting New Haven, I recommend you make this your FIRST stop in your sight-seeing schedule. Why? To get insight and an appreciation for the city of New Haven. This will enhance your understanding and appreciation for all the contributions this wonderful place has contributed to our country and our modern lives. It is from this land that the independent, brave, and creative geniuses emerged. They imagined, dreamed, created, and ultimately succeeded. We owe a lot to them.

Typical in most towns, most local residents I spoke with have never darkened the doors of this wonderful institution. Just like New Yorkers who’ve never visited Ellis Island or the Statue of Liberty, some locals here have no idea what they are missing when they pass it on their way to the Yale Peabody Museum of Natural History. I urge you to visit the New Haven Museum and get a shot of civic pride for your city.

The museum also offers educational programs with classroom space that accommodates groups of up to 40. For more information on their schedule of programs, lectures, and current exhibitions go to:
http://www.newhavenmuseum.org/

Come and let the voices of the past remind you of how we became a great nation and why it is imperative we remember that for our future.

Admission fees:
Adults $4 USD
Seniors $3 USD
Students $2 USD
Under 6 no charge

Walter Miller, President & CEO

Hi Ya'll

2009-04-03T07:17:00.000-07:00

I've been working hard on my new writing book and haven't had a chance to travel, but that will all change in May when I leave for the east coast to visit my daughter. I will be in New Haven, CT, Boston, MA, Vermont and New York City.

I'll have a lot of pictures and information for all who wish to visit that part of our great country.

For the time being, for everyone who is planning their first trip to the United Kingdom, please read my older posts for a lot of good tips for first time trips.

I have information for several towns in the UK in older posts as well.

Happy Wanderlust, Ya'll!

From Blogging to Book

2009-01-23T06:22:00.000-08:00

Hi Everyone. I've not had the opportunity to travel since being commissioned to write a "how to" book. My deadline is the end of February and then I'll be free to travel again.

So far my destinations are North Carolina, Oklahoma, Connecticut, and New York. I should be back to writing on this blog in early March about North Carolina.

If you are traveling to the USA and have questions, please write me. If I don't know the answer, I will do my best to find out for you. It is still a great time to visit here.

Until March!

Watch for my book, INSPIRE! Writing From the Soul, due out sometime late spring or early summer.

TAOS & RED RIVER

2008-12-14T07:23:00.000-08:00

Of all the things I enjoy, nature and the outdoors are on the top of my list. Maybe that is why Taos and Red River are so appealing. There is something year around for people like me.

In warm weather White water rafting, haven't tried this myself and have to admit to not even being tempted! Hiking, now that is more like it. Golfing, fishing, horseback riding, and camping by the Red River in the shadows of towering mountains.

Beautiful!

Winter: snowmobiling, skiing, fishing, and relaxing by a roaring fire while staying at the Hotel La Fonda in Taos, or the Woodlands on the River condos in Red RiverTaos is a slow-paced town with museums and art galleries to peruse through. Although I didn't eat there, I saw a lot of tasty-looking choices.

Red River is more about activity and exploring. Since we stayed in the Woodlands condo, we ate in most of the time. Once we ate at the only Mexican food resturant and will probably not go there again. But we had a great meal at the Lodge at Red River.

New Mexico is a beautiful, diverse, multi-textured, cultured, state no matter which area you visit. I'm looking forward to returning next fall!

ENCHANTED IN NEW MEXICO

2008-10-23T16:05:00.000-07:00

I’m going to break from Branson Missouri for a few posts because I’m in New Mexico for a writers retreat and I cannot wait to tell you about it. My husband, Neal, and I decided to make this our vacation since he loves to fly fish and this is the perfect place for that. I love scenery and snow and during this time of year, I usually get both!

New Mexico is a state of many layers and textures. It is rich in Native American and Mexican culture, history, and flavors. From the desert southern region to the skiers dream in the northern there is something for everyone

SANTA FE

Our first stop was in Santa Fe, the second oldest city in the USA and the nation’s oldest capital. I’d been here once before and stayed in what some call Old Town Santa Fe or Old Santa Fe which is the original town. I liked it so much we returned there to begin our vacation. We stayed in the Residence Inn Marriott which was just a couple of miles from Old Town. The room was like a little studio apartment with a fire place and a full kitchen, which is nice because we saved money by cooking in our room. There are great natural food grocery stores. Whole Foods Warehouse is close by and is fascinating just to walk through. There is a Trader Joe’s in Santa Fe too! Love that place. As for breakfast, the hotel offers a full hot breakfast and a continental for a lighter fare offering and it is included in your stay.

Old Town Santa Fe has so many things to do and see. Shopping the plaza and side streets where you find antique stores, clothing stores, gifts, leather shops, art stores, and of course, Starbucks! There are nice places to eat, too! The food there is flavorful, and spicy, not heavy at all. Ask the locals for suggestions where to eat.
I had fantastic Sopa de Lima (lime soup) in the Ore House which is on the plaza. It had chicken, broth, blue corn which tastes like hominy, lime juice, cumin, and whole pepper corn. The chef wouldn’t reveal his recipe, darned him! I found a lot of recipes online that probably get pretty close. Great for a cold evening. They also serve great steaks and seafood. Visit their website: www.orehouseontheplaza.com.

There are several art galleries in and around Santa Fe. The picture to the left is just off the plaza. This town is well laid out and easy to navigate, however, there is road construction going on that can get a little tricky, but we found our way around . And if you have a question, ask any of the locals. They are the most delightful people. Friendly and helpful. We never encountered anyone who acted annoyed that we stopped them to asked a question!

If you are all shopped out, stuffed to the gills, and just need a place to chill and people watch go to the plaza park. I’m told this is the site of many celebrations. But while we were there it was a pleasant place to toss a football with the kids, eat from one of the food vendors, and chat with the locals.

One special attraction is the Palace of the Governors. It was constructed as the capitol of New Mexico in 1610 and is the oldest continuously occupied public building in the U.S.
And under its portal Native Americans from the surrounding areas sell their jewelry and art.

I spoke with one of the artist, Lori Hesuse, a Navajo jewelry designer, metal smith, and beader.

Around the Palace of the Governors is where members of the American Native Artisans Program members sell their craft. Everything sold there is made by them or someone in their family. Nothing is manufactured and resold. Her work is flawless and beautiful. I especially liked her bracelets and beadwork.

Sitting beside her was Dennis T. Ramone, also Navajo. He tells of how he watched his grandfather make jewelry until one day after returning from herding sheep, his grandfather gave him his tools and a small strip of silver and told him that Dennis must make something of that strip before he could eat. He didn’t get any supper but he did work all night to accomplish the task given him. From that night on, Dennis had to make a piece of jewelry before he could eat. His most popular piece is his Phoenix necklace. In the picture below Dennis is wearing the yellow hat.

On further down I spoke with Darrell Slim. He calls his business Silver Bear Diné
jewelry and Art. Diné is the real name for the Navaho. As you can see in the picture below he has a variety of offerings. His bracelets are hand stamped instead of lost wax casting. That explains the shiny brightness of his silver and copper bracelets.

We also visited the Farmers Market. What a treat. I always like visiting markets across the nation and try out the local offerings. Here you will find veggies, flowers, food, and music. Get there early and stay a long time! It is such fun!

If you have time go on the Santa Fe Southern Railway 36-mile roundtrip in a restored vintage passenger car. And the kids will really enjoy the El Rancho de las Golondrinas. This is a living-history museum that highlights Spanish Colonial period.

PRACTICAL TIPS:

Always stop at Visitor Centers. You can get brochures of all the attractions, speak with someone about where to go, what to do, places to stay and places to eat.
You will be at a higher altitude and the air is thinner. Drink a lot of water and take it easy for a couple of days.
Wear sunscreen even in the winter. The sun is bright and intense.

Our next stop is TAOS

SERVER PROBLEMS

2008-10-14T13:52:00.000-07:00

I apologize for not posting in a while. I've had the worst time with Hughesnet satellite services. I DO NOT recommend them at all! We live in the middle of nowhere, and this was my only choice, or so I thought. I have found other outlets and so after my last disastrous altercation with Hughesnet, I fired them. Just to let you know how slow and frustrating this server is, I gladly paid the several hundred dollar penalty for breaking our contract, just to get rid of them.

Hughesnet is 1 step above dial-up. That's all. They do not have the bandwidth to support the customers they have and yet they still keep taking new ones on. Pure greed. If you should happen to view too many youtube videos, you are relegated to dial up speed for 36 hours for punishment. I found that out while trying to find a video to use in one of my presentations. After about 30 minutes of searching videos my computer stopped to a crawl. I'd crossed what they considered fair use. I felt like a child being sent to the corner for using my computer!

To make things worse, the only time you will speak to an English speaking person is in sales. After that you will speak to someone in India who has a poor command of the English language and you will spend your time saying, "repeat that please?" When they put you on hold you will listen to the most irritating song possible.

So, until I get hooked up with a local company, I am without service unless I come to town at the local coffee shop.I will be leaving for Red River New Mexico on Friday. They will have Internet services there and I will catch up. Thank you all for your patience! Linda

BRANSON FAMILY FUN

2008-09-23T09:26:00.000-07:00

Branson, Missouri, is a feast for the eyes and soul. No matter from where you come, here in the USA or from other countries, once you've visited you will want to come back. Located in the southwest part of Missouri, Branson is nestled in the mountains off highway 65. If you like history, especially Americana, fishing, hiking, camping, shopping, amusement parks, music shows, fine dining, fine junk food, or just simple "being," Branson is the place.

What I like best is that it is safe for the children. All the music shows have comedians, and they will have you laughing to tears. But not a single offensive word, not a single off color joke, not a single angry slap, will be made.

This is my absolute favorite time to visit Branson. The crowds have thinned, the colors are turning, and there is that delicious cool nip in the air. It is the start of an extending holiday season and everyday is a celebration.

There is so much to do there that it will take several installments to cover it, so the best way would be in logical order. Today I will start with places to stay.

There are hotels that fit every budget and I've stayed at a lot of them. Here are some of my favorites.

Big Cedar Lodge is a resort that can only be described as "rustic elegance." Surrounded by mountains, and lakes, the flora and fauna, it makes just staying there vacation enough. Throw in the fine dining, spa and fitness center, horseback riding, marina, golf, and special events, once I'm there I don't want to go anywhere else!

Visitors can either stay at the lodge, rent a cabin or cottage. We've done all three. This place is pricey, but well worth saving for.

Neal surprised me one anniversary with a romantic getaway at the lodge. The folks there couldn't have been more accommodating. A bottle of wine and two glasses commemorating our anniversary awaited us in our spacious room. the bed was luscious with its feather bed topper and down duvet. We strolled the many paths that were still beautiful even though it was winter. I highly recommend the champagne brunch.

The deluxe rooms have fireplaces and private balconies. The only draw back for some is that there is usually at least one deer head or a huge stuffed fish on the wall somewhere in the room. But Big Cedar is owned by Bass Pro Shops. So what can one expect?

The cabins and cottages are my favorite,and of course, the most expensive. But there is a kitchen and if you are traveling with friends, you could share the cost.

Chateau On The Lake is situated on Table Rock Lake. It looks like a castle. The atrium is breathtaking. It has an indoor stream that pools here and there, where I love to watch the Koi fish. There is a huge tree in the center, beautiful foliage and flowers. Birds sing from their perches. It brings the outside in.

There is a library lounge with a fireplace. It is the perfect place to find a comfy chair and read on rainy or cold days. There is a small bar in there and it is open in the evenings. It is so nice to sit by the fire with a glass of wine and friends.

There are several places to eat. I like them all. Especially the sweet shoppe. They have a small bit of shopping there, the usual souvenirs, and a small dress shop.

The rooms are comfortable. The only complaint I have is that the Internet isn't free. I can't quite figure it out. Cheap hotels = free Internet. Expensive hotels charge? Hmmmmmmm

The main strip where all the show are is Highway 76. There are many, many, resorts and hotels there. Just go to http://www.branson.com/ for ideas of where to stay. You will also find campgrounds and cabin rentals.

Neal and I love to trout fish and there are two fishing resorts on Lake Tanneycomo where we like to stay.

Ozark Trout Resort isn't fancy, but clean and comfortable. Lynn and Wanda Wilson, the owners, are friendly and very helpful with fishing advice and needs. The dock is open all year to fishing.

Lilley's Landing is next door to Ozark Trout. It is really nice, clean, comfortable. It has a great little store and a wonderful dock! It is a little more expensive than Ozark.

Both Ozark and Lilley's are close to the strip and so if the fishing is slow, there is always something to do. Personally, I like watching the water from the dock while writing.

Well, that should keep you busy deciding where to stay. Next up, what to do.

EPIPHANY

2008-08-25T11:59:00.000-07:00

Hi Everyone.

I just returned from several speaking engagements in Missouri. While in Cape Girardeau my hostess took me a neat little place for breakfast called, "My Daddy's Cheesecake." A darling little place that isn't a chain! While enjoying a low fat Blueberry muffin and coffee, I told her that I couldn't wait to write about it. Then it dawned on me that I would have to wait a long time until I got to the "M" states. But if I waited the feeling of this place, the warm comoraderi of the locals, the eclectic mix of cultures drawn by the university here, would have lost it's freshness in my mind.

That is when it hit me. I can't continue to write about places to visit in the USA like I started out. First of all, you can read about anywhere in the states on the Internet. It is the personal experience that gives travel information its "sparkle."

I'd forget the charming interior, a great place to meet and catch up. The friendly staff that is attentive, but not intrusive. The fact is isn't a chain, but a real American success story that started as a daughter persuading her father to bake just four cheesecakes for the resturant she worked at and then persuaded her customers to try a piece of "my daddy's cheesecake."

The desserts became a local sensation and now in addition to having a successful store, they also ship desserts all across the country. And I can say in good authority that their food is yummy. I liked it so well that I returned for lunch before I left the Cape.

Visit their website at: http://www.mydaddyscheesecake.com/

So I've decided to change direction in this blog. I will write about places where either I have visited or a friend has recommended. Today I want to continue with the Cape.

I absolutely LOVE Missouri. Cape Girardeau is in the southeast part of the state just 118 miles south of St. Louis. If you happen to be visiting St. Louis, make some time to spend a few days in the Cape.

Cape Girardeau is on the Mississippi River. In the 1730's a Frenchman named Jean Baptiste Girardot established a trading post at a rock jutting from the bank which became known as Cape Rock. In 1793 the community was founded by Louis Lorimier, however, the town was named for Girardot and was called Cape Girardeau.

This place is full of history and that is exactly my cup of tea. The downtown area is a treasure mine of antiques. Shop after shop. And plenty of places to refresh yourself as well while resting your feet.

After many devestating floods, a flood wall was constructed to protect the downtown area. Along the wall are impressive murals depicting the Cape's history. Also on the wall is the "Missouri Wall of Fame," with paintings of the states famous sons and daughters. I was really surprised at some. Did you know that Walt Disney, Betty Grable, Bob Barker, and Sheryl Crow are from Missouri?

Nature is a big attraction. I visited in August. Although a little warm, they had plenty, almost too much, rain and the vegetation was dense and green. I could hardly keep my eyes on the road between the green fields and huge blue sky!

Be sure and visit the Trail of Tears State Park which is a memorial to the Cherokee who died on the forced march to Oklahoma beginning in 1838. This tragic part of our history is painful to even imagine. There is an Interpretive Center there and it really reminds us to treat our fellow man with compassion.

There is golfing and fishing, hiking and biking. And several wineries! For you shoppers there is a nice mall and the usual chains. For more information, visit the Cape Girardeau Convention and Visitors Bureau.

You will find some great bed and breakfasts there. Oh, and don't forget to visit My Daddy's Cheesecake!

NEXT UP: My absolute favorite place in the Show Me state of Missouri, BRANSON!

METRO ALABAM!

2008-07-27T15:19:00.000-07:00

I've never been to the metropolitian center of this state. So I'm relying on good information from the tourist board and the locals. For this part of the state I am going to focus on the city of Birmingham.

BIRMINGHAM:

It is estimated that the population is around 1,108,210. The city was founded in 1871 as a steel-making center and because of that the founders named the city after Birmingham, England, a principle industrial city.

Since that time Birmingham has evolved into an exciting cultural and historical destination. Yes, Europe, we consider 137 years a long time. ;)

You can spend a week or longer and not run out of things to do. Sports fans will enjoy the Sports Hall of Fame, art lovers will appreciate the Birmingham Museum of Art, history buffs will want to visit the Birmingham Civil Rights Institute and Southern Museum of Flight. Music lovers be sure and go to the Alabama Jazz Hall of Fame,Alabama Symphony Orchestra, and for those of you who appreciate Ballet, Birmingham Ballet

There's a lot for the kiddos too! They will thrilled by the Alabama Adventure Theme Park and Birmingham Zoo.

There are golf courses, incredible shopping, and a broad spectrum of dining offerings from down home to world-class. And being a gardener, one of my fav attractions would be the Birmingham Botanical Gardens.

Where to stay?

If you want to save your money for all the fun and only plan to use your room as a place to drop off your luggage and a place to sleep, I highly recommend the Hampton Inn. Don't get me wrong, it is also a very nice, comfortable place to relax and unwind.

If I were you, I'd choose the sights I wanted to see and find a good central hotel.

What to wear?

Birmingham has a humid climate. Expect hot summers, mild winters, and abundant rainfall. January's average daily high temperatures of 53.0 °F (11.7 °C) and lows of 31.8 °F (−0.1 °C). In July the average daily high is 90.6 °F (32.6 °C) and the low is 69.7 °F (20.9°C). The average annual temperature in Birmingham is 62 °F (17 °C). Snowfall averages only 1.9 inches (4.8CM) March is normally the wettest month and October the driest. The spring and fall months are pleasant but variable as cold fronts frequently bring strong to severe thunderstorms and occasional tornadoes. The fall season features less rainfall and fewer storms, as well as lower humidity than the spring, but it is also a secondary severe weather season.

I hope this helps. All I know is that after researching this wonderful city, I WANT TO VISIT IT!

UP NEXT: The River Heritage area.

SWEET HOME ALABAMA!

2008-07-09T10:51:00.000-07:00

Hi Ya’ll! (Southernspeak for “all of you”)

Today is the beginning of my tour of the USA! Before I start I want you to know that I am not paid to do this in anyway. I simply do this for the love of traveling. If I omit a favorite place of yours, let me know. I will be happy to include your information. Either leave a comment or write me at lindacapple@gmail.com.

Today I’m beginning with our 22nd state, Alabama. From mountains to beaches, Alabama has it all! The Alabama Tourism Department divides the state into four regions: Mountain Region, Metropolitan Region, River Heritage Region, and the Coastal Region.

This is good. It will make my covering the state much easier. This morning we will visit the Mountain Region. I will highlight two places, Lake Guntersville and Huntsville, because my husband, Neal, has firsthand experience with both.

Huntsville

Neal’s parents once lived here while his father worked for the National Aeronautics and Space Administration (NASA). He was a rocket scientist. No kidding! J One of Neal’s favorite places to see was the US Space and Rocket Center. If you or anyone in your family is interested in aeronautics, put the on your “must see” list. This museum has an extensive collection of artifacts from the US space program and hands-on interactive exhibits and space travel simulators that the kids really enjoy, plus IMAX movies that take you on space walks and footage of astronauts living in space the spacecraft.
The museum is open 9:00 AM until 5:00 PM. Ticket prices vary depending on the package you buy. Prices are listed on their website: www.spacecamp.com/museum. Adult tickets start at $20.00 (£10.15/ €12.77) Children: $15.00 (£7.61/ €9.57)
Another fun museum is the North Alabama Railroad Museum, the smallest Union Station in the USA. It offers a museum plus a 1 hour train ride. Now I know that my friends in Europe have their daily fill of train rides. But this is a piece of our history, the way we traveled in the early 1900’s. Unfortunately, we do not have the wonderful railway system like the UK has today. Current admission is Adult: $4.00 (£2.03/ €2.55) Child: $2.00 (£1.01/ €1.27)

Where to stay? We stayed with the folks, however, in our other travels we really like the Hampton Inn Suites, http://www.hamptoninn.com/, They are reasonable, comfortable, clean and offer free breakfast every morning. A little more pricey but well worth it is the Hilton Garden Inn, http://www.hilton.com/

Where to eat? Well, as I wrote earlier we stayed with Neal’s parents, so we dined there. However, I’ve heard about a fabulous Italian restaurant, Carrabba’s Italian Grill and after visiting their site, http://carrabbas.com/, I’d like to try it the next time I visit.

You will find the usual chain restaurants in Huntsville. But let me recommend The Cracker Barrel for all of those outside the South. One complaint I heard from the UK folks who had visited the US is that the food wasn’t fresh, but canned. Well, at the Cracker Barrel you will find fresh food. And their pancakes! Maple, Pecan, Blueberry! To die for! And you can have them any time of day!

A word of warning to visitors from the UK – biscuits in the US is bread and on most southern breakfast menus you will find biscuits and gravy. In the US, what you call biscuits, we call cookies! Another thing, baked beans in the South are in a thick, sweet, sauce. What you call baked beans are like our canned pork and beans. You probably will not find beans on toast on most southern menus and bacon is thin, crispy strips of smoked pork. Not like your bacon which is more like our breakfast ham.

I’ve not had the pleasure of visiting other counties in Europe and beyond, therefore I am not aware of the differences in our cuisine. Hopefully, I’ll visit and learn one day.

How to dress? In the summer, cool! It gets really warm there. This week it will be 32C. What makes it so uncomfortable is the humidity. However, fall and spring is comfortable at 22C. Winter can be very chilly at 0.6C.

We in the South like comfy clothes and a lot of color. Don’t worry about standing out. You will see EVERYTHING here.

Situated on Alabama's largest lake, Guntersville Lake, with its 950 miles of shoreline, this small Southern town is a recreation bonanza. The city is renowned to anglers for its bass fishing and hosts various fishing tournaments year-round. Water sports include skiing, boating, jet skiing and sailing.

Guntersville

This town is situated on Alabama’s largest lake. Just imagine 950 miles of shoreline. Neal says it is a nature lovers paradise. If you like nature hikes, fishing, skiing, boating, or even golfing, this is the place for you. Guntersville lake encompasses 69,100 acres and stretches 75 miles.
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Where to stay? Lake Guntersville Bed and Breakfast! I spoke with owner and innkeeper Carol Dravis this morning and I could tell right away that she is a warm and delightful person who loves what she does. She has owned the Inn for 14 years. The location of this B&B is ideal. It is on the tip of a peninsula so that the guest view of the lake is breathtaking. And for those of you who like to shop, it is a short walk to downtown. And if nature is your calling it is an equally short walk in the other direction to the state park. The best of both worlds!!!!

Carol read some of the comments she has received from guests. The consistent praise was that this B&B has a wonderful breakfast; the home was comfy, restful, and quiet.

I asked Carol what she served for breakfast. All I can say is WOW. She makes fresh squeezed juice, gourmet entrées that change each day, fresh fruit and breakfast breads, and sometimes a breakfast dessert. Woo Hoo! I’m all over that!
This place is so wonderful that people who visit actually plan to come live in Guntersville after retiring. Be sure and visit her website: http://www.lakeguntersvillebedandbreakfast.com/

For all of you anglers, Guntersville Lake is listed as one of the Pro Bass Tournament’s five favorite lakes. And I’ve heard that not too far away you trout fishermen can cast your lines, too.

Golfers, there is an 18-hole golf course at the Lake Guntersville State park. The course rating is 71.2. I’m not a golfer, so is that good? Probably is.

Where to eat? I’m sure that Carol will have great suggestions! J

Day Trip Suggestion:

Helen Keller’s Birthplace, Ivy Green.

One difference I noticed about the UK and the USA is how we celebrate our famous authors. While in Oxford, I had a hard time finding anything noting one of their most famous writers, C.S. Lewis. We finally found a fellow who gives tours and took us to C.S. Lewis’ home and haunts; however these places for the most part were not marked. And it they were it was hardly noticeable. Same for J.R.R. Tolkien.

If Mr. Lewis had been a son of the US, we would have at least preserved his home and opened it to the public, maybe throw in an annual C.S. Lewis Festival and have outdoor summer performances of one of his many novels. And maybe the wonderful folk in Oxford do just that and somehow I missed the information. I hope that is the case.

Alabamians certainly celebrate their famous daughter Helen Keller, author, activist, and speaker. When this amazing woman was nineteen months old, a serious illness left her deaf and blind. She was the first deaf and blind person to graduate college. Her home, Ivy Green, is just 70 miles west of Huntsville and 105 miles west of Guntersville. This sight is well worth the drive. Remember, in the US that is just a short distance away!

You will be inspired by Helen’s story, of how she learned to communicate with the outside world by a determined teacher and a water pump. Her home is preserved in its original state and the grounds are beautiful. I’ve been there twice and being the history buff with an overabundance of imagination I could stay there all day. Neal can’t, so I have to make do with a few hours.

The Helen Keller Festival is held in June and the summer performances run from June to the middle of July. For more information go to http://www.helenkellerbirthplace.org/index.html

NEXT UP: THE METROPOLITAN REGION

Remember! Suggestions and information are wanted! Questions? Write me and I’ll do my best to find out! Till next time!

YA'LL COME OVER

2008-06-18T19:43:00.000-07:00

Walmart had their yearly stockholder meeting a couple weeks ago here in Northwest Arkansas. I always look forward to this time of year because people from all over the world come to enjoy the festivities and have their vision for Walmart rekindled.

I stop and intoduce myself to people and ask where they are from, and chat a bit with them a bit, find out their life's histories. Sorry, but writers do that. We don't mean to be nosey, but we can't help it. Especially writers from the South!

This year I met three lovely people from the United Kingdom. One from Bath, one from Brighton, and the other from Manchester (I think) I told them about my blog and asked if they would be interested in reading about all the places of interest in the United States to visit. After all, it is a bargin here now for all of you with pockets full of Euros! They all agreed that they would like to come back and it would be helpful to know more about this country.

Soooooo, that is just what I'm going to do for a while.

To start off it may be helpful to get a feel for the size of the USA.
It is the 3rd largest country in the world measuring 9.83 million sq.km.

Some of the countries represented by my readers are as follows:
Croatia 56691 sq. km
The United Kingdom 243000 sq.km
New Zealand 270534 sq. km
Italy 301225 sq. km
Poland 312843 sq. km
Norway 323758 sq. km
Germany 356959 sq. km

Then there is Canada, the second largest country in the world at 10 million sq. km. I found these figures on the internet. If they are off, I apologize.

The USA is divided into five regions:

New England includes Connecticut, Maine, Massachusetts, New Hampshire, Rhode Island, and Vermont.

Mid-Atlantic includes Delaware, Maryland, New Jersey, New York, Pennsylvania, and Washington D.C..

The South (woo hoo!) includes Alabama, Arkansas (my home state) Florida, Georgia, Kentucky, Louisiana, Mississippi, North and South Carolina, Tennessee, Virginia, and West Virginia.

The Midwest includes Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, Nebraska, North Dakota, Ohio, South Dakota, and Wisconsin.

The Southwest includes Arizona, New Mexico, Okalhoma, and Texas.

The West includes Alaska, Colorado, California, Hawaii, Idaho, Montana, Nevada, Oregon, Utah, Washington (state) and Wyoming

As you can see seeing the USA would take a year (or more) and there is so much to see. The majority of world cultures are represented here.

I've decided to tackle this project in two ways. First, I will take a region and write about each state in that region and highlight notables places to see.

Second, for all who write expressing their interests and wondering where to go to in relation to that intereest, I will do the research and write about it. Or, if you have a specific area you are wondering about, let me know and if I haven't been there I'll find out.

Also, for those of you in the USA, write me about your area of the country and what it has to offer tourists including places to stay and eat. (gotta eat you know!)

Either comment on this blog or write me at lindacapple@gmail.com.

I'm going to begin with my roots first, The South! And I'll take each state alphabetically. So if there are any of you in Alabama who want to send me the must sees in your area, please do so.

Next week - ALABAMA!

ARUNDEL, That's in South England, ya'll

2008-05-13T15:07:00.000-07:00

If you have a chance to stay in Arundel, do it! We visited here on our first trip to England in 2006. There is so much to do in this little town built on a hillside. Relaxing by the river Arun, antique shopping, rummaging through the book shops, eating, and of course the history. If you are a history buff, you will not be disappointed. Architecture buffs, you will be thrilled!

We arrived early afternoon and made the very short walk from the rail station to the Arundel Hotel where we stayed. A very comfortable and one of the most reasonably priced places in Arundel. The staff was incredible. I hope they are still there!

We walked up a flight of stairs to our room with our HEAVY luggage in tow (one of the best reasons to pack light)we found our room comfy and in suite (the bathroom was in our room)and stocked with a hot water pot, teas, and biscuits (cookies). Also remember, you most likely will not have an ice bucket or machine any where in the building. But I asked the sweet girl you see pictured here for ice and she gave me all I wanted. So just ask for ice if you want it.

We made the short walk to city centre and spent the rest of the day, browsing (since Arundel is on the hillside, make sure and wear comfortable shoes)and grazing at the pastry and sweet shops. When it came time for a real meal we ate at the Red Lion. I had the fish and chips, and Olivia ate the steak pie. Both were yummy!

The town closed up pretty early, can't remember what time exactly, so we went back to our hotel. The locals congregate at the bar inside and it's fun to sit and listen to all the town news. The internet is there too.

Breakfast is included in the room cost, and what a breakfast! Eggs, bacon (ham to us) beans, tomatoes, sausages, hot cereal, and toast served in a pretty sunroom. Eat big there and snack the rest of the day if you are on a budget. And that is exactly what we did. The second day was devoted to history. We toured the Arundel Castle, the Fitzalan Chapel, and the Arundel Cathedral. PLAN ON SPENDING THE ENTIRE DAY DOING THIS!

I'll start with the castle.

It is still a family home. Can you imagine that???? Therefore, it is closed for part of the year. Go to: www.arundelcastle.org/_pages/03_visitor_info.htm for the dates it is open, and more information.

There are no words for how incredible the castle is. Imagine being in the castle keep (where the king's treasures were kept)that was built a thousand years ago??? You will see the ancient part and the up-to-date family areas. Three are a thousand acres of parkland! Beautiful! The gardens are breath-taking, there is a resturant and gift shop. You will see incredible art, furniture, books, and learn so much from the guides. I learned that the steps in the keep were purposly made narrow on the right side when assending so the attackers would be hindered from sword fighting (as most were right handed. Lucky were the left handers)

The Fitzalan Chapel is on the grounds of the castle. It is actually split in two by a screen. One side is an Anglican parish church, the other the Fitzalan Chapel, the private chapel of the Dukes of Norfork which is Catholic. This chapel has quite a history. You will find tour guides there who will tell you how the chapel was once used as a stable while under seige. You will see where the horses chipped and broke the intricate carvings around the tombs.
The gardens around the chapel are simply lovely. The Arundel Cathedral is georgeous inside and out. While we were there a gentleman was playing the organ. I was told that it is one of the finest organs in England. Not bad for an 135-year-old instrument.

Arundel is a great place to make daytrips from. We went to Dover from there. However, don't make the mistake I did. Not being familiar with the train systems, I assumed that I could go straight from Arundel to Dover. Not so. The train went back up to London and down to Dover. There was several problems with the trains and the trip took hours to get there, cutting deep in our Dover time. Littlehampton is close by if you are interested in spending time on the beach.

All-in-all, I found a kindred spirit with all the "southern Englanders" The people were friendly and helpful. I'd love to go there once more.

Southern England

2008-04-13T17:47:00.000-07:00

We have finally moved into our house in the middle of the woods. So deep in the country that we had to find a way to get hooked up to the internet. After much inquiry and searching we found Hughes Sattelite and are now reconnected the the world. My office is looking pretty sad right now. Everything is in boxes. That has been the reason for my delay on relaying my view of Southern England. Just a few more days and I will post on Greatham, Arundel, Dover, and a some of the villages in between.

After that blog, I will turn my attention to Central America for a bit.

I want to thank all of you for reading this blog. I have readers from eleven countries now and I appreciate everyone of you.

Since the dollar is so weak against the GBP and the Euro and who knows what other currencies, I want to invite you to continue visiting the USA. This is a vast country that is just waiting for you to explore. If you are interested in a particular region, or if you have a particular interest and want me to do some research for you, please write me and I will report back complete with pictures. I have friends all over this great nation who will gladly give the information that will make your visit to our wonderful country an excellent and satisfying one.

Either comment on this blog or write me at: lindacapple@gmail.com

Oh, I had to post my "Dover Sheep" pic. My hostess, Mandy, from Dover was kind enough to stop her car on a narrow road in the rain while I took this shot. I'm telling you, I love sheep. They are so much more interesting than the herds of cows I look at in the fields here in Arkansas!

Baaaath or Bawth

2008-03-13T05:48:00.000-07:00

One of the most awkward words for me to say in England (and believe me I had trouble with a lot of them) was "Bath." You see, in the UK "a" is prounounced "aw." When I try to say "Bawth" I feel like I'm trying to be pretentious, but the lovely linguists in England look at me funny when I sound like I'm calling sheep saying "Baaath."

Oh well, no matter how you say it, Bath is a lovely place to visit. As I wrote in my last post, we couldn't find a place to stay in our price range in Bath, so we went to a B&B close to Gatwick Airport. From there we decided to make a day trip to Bath. Shortly after arriving, I realized we had made a baaaaad decision. No one can do justice to this incredible town in four hours. Especially if you are a dreamer like me. I could have spent four hours in the park imagining Jane Austin writing there!

Instead we walked every street. We didn't even eat! The first place we visited was Bath Abby (pictured at the beginning of this post) and the Roman Baths. The we toured every street of the town which was already being decorated for Christmas.

Exhausted we ended up at Parade Gardens Park where Pultney Bridge crosses the River Avon. There we collapsed and drank in the beauty. Bath is a lovely place to visit in the fall. (just make sure it isn't a bank holiday!)

Bath has soooo much to offer from nature, history, arts, and of course shopping. Plan on making it your home base and take day trips from there. For information on places to stay and all the wonderful things to do that we missed go to www.bath.co.uk.

I would have liked to have seen the older homes on the outskirts of town and experienced all the walking tours. But another time. I hope I may return there someday!

Up next, South England.

GLAS"GLOW"

2008-02-14T16:36:00.001-08:00

While on the train zipping to Glasgow I started a conversation with my seatmate. (If you've been keeping up with this blog, I know that doesn't surprise you! ) He asked where I was going and I answered, "Glasgow."

"Oh, wanting to do a bit shopping are you?"

"No, just seeing the sights. I'm from the US. Plenty of shopping there."

He nodded and went back to reading his paper. I thought his comment a little odd. But when we got off the train and hit Buchanan Street I understood. The shops were a lot how I remembered "downtown" before malls, only multiply it by ten! Buchanan Street, Sauchiehall Street, Argyle Street, are lined with fun shops, furniture stores, high fashion retailers. For all you "Mall Shoppers" there is the Buchanan Galleries shopping centre in the middle of Glasgow city center which boasts of at least 90 of the most popular retailers. All I can say is bring lots of money and comfy walking shoes.

Fortunately, for my pocketbook, I'm not much of a shopper. I eat, I like art, architecture, and history and Glasgow didn't let me down.

First order of business after leaving the station was to locate our lodgings. My sis-n-law had enough of hostel life so we reserved a room in the Smith Hotel on Sauchiehall Street. A Scottish angel noticed our clueless expression on where to find the hotel, took pity on us and gave us directions. So with our refridgerator size backpacks we trekked the 1 1/2 mile walk. Fortunately, it was downhill. I didn't even want to think of the return trip!

Smith Hotel was clean and secure. Our hostess was pleasant even though I couldn't understand a word of her English and she couldn't understand me. So we wrote each other notes. She put us on the third floor. Ugh, more stairs! The bathroom was right across the hall, so that was convenient.

Note: I've found no elevators in B&Bs or budget hotels. Think about that when you pack. Also, prepare yourself to see guys walking from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Men! They don't have body image problems at all. Especially those who need too! Wish I were that liberated!

Included in the hotel price was a full Scottish breakfast which was enjoyable. I saw something new there. One offering on the menu was "beans on toast." It was literally what we in America know as canned pork and beans, poured over toast. A man next to me had a plate full and really seemed to enjoy it. Go figure.

After resting a while, we set out to find an internet cafe, our lifeline. Just around the corner was a tiny coffee shop named, Hal's Coffee Shop. He had one laptop but we seldom had to wait for our turn. The times we waited we enjoyed some of the best coffee I've ever drank.

Glasgow is more modern than Edinburgh. If you love art, this is the city for you. There you can peruse through the Kelvingrove Art Gallery & Museum, the Hunterian Art Gallery, and the Gallery of Modern Art. If you like the theatre, you will not be be disappointed. The only frustration you will experience is having time to visit them all.

If you love architecture, be sure and visit the University of Glasgow.

It is situated by a beautiful park, Kelvingrove. There are lush walks and jogging trails. The River Kelvin runs through it. There are many beautiful places to rest and reflect.

As I mentioned earlier, I like to eat! We came across Parker's Bar in the West End of Glasgow. It looked pretty busy, always a good sign when the locals are there, so we decided to give it a try. I was really hungry so I ordered the "tried and true" Steak and Ale Pie. It was really tasty, and I embarrassed myself by eating it all.

For the evening meal we chose Sutherlands Restaurant which was close to our hotel on Sauchiehall Street. And at Sutherlands I took the plunge and ordered Haggis. In case you don't know, Haggis is a Scottish dish that contains meats that would horrify my "food safety" husband.

Haggis usually contains sheep lung, heart, liver, onion, spices, oats, and is cooked in a sheep stomach. It is served alongside neeps (turnips) and tatties (potatoes)

I knew this, so the first bite was daunting. I found it to have the same mouth feel as ground beef and the nutmeg gave it such a pleasant taste. I liked it! In fact, I'd eat it again!

One other place I'd like to recommend is O'Neill's. This Irish Pub has great food. I ordered the Irish Stew, Olivia had the chicken breasts on colcannon, (mashed potatoes and cabbage) and Chee Chee had the Quorn Sausage Skewers. Oh, and when they "pull" your Guinness into the glass they form a shamrock in the foam. Kind of like swirling the top of an ice cream cone. Nice touch!

TIP:

A lot of our time in Glasgow was wasted trying to find lodgings for our next stop. We ran into a problem because it was a school holiday for the entire UK. Every B&B and hotel in our price range and beyond was full. If I had known this, I would have arranged for lodgings before we left the US. But we didn't want to be slaves to a schedule. Good idea, but bad results.

Make a note of the school schedules in the UK.

Academic year 2008-2009
Autumn term
Autumn Half Term: from 27 October 2008 to 31 October 2008
Christmas Holidays: from 22 December 2008 to 02 January 2009
Spring term
Spring Half Term: from 16 February 2009 to 20 February 2009
Easter Holiday: from 06 April 2009 to 17 April 2009
Summer term
Summer Half Term: from 25 May 2009 to 29 May 2009
Summer Holiday: from 23 July 2009 to 31 August 2009

If your trip falls into one of these holidays, make your arrangements before you come. That way you won't waste time at the computer trying to find a place to stay.

I finally found a B&B close to Gatwick. Since Chee Chee was leaving several days before Olivia and I we decided to stay there for her conviences and make a day trip to Bath.

We had a plan, and it was time to leave. I dreaded lugging that backpack on the 1 1/2 mile walk uphill. But I think what really made my steps heavy was because I was leaving Scotland.

LOVING EDINBURGH

2008-01-28T18:22:00.000-08:00

“But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever”~Robert Burns

The only thing I didn't like about my visit to Scotland was that I couldn't stay at least two months. Heck, I could have spent that long just in Edinburgh! What a beautiful city. So rich in history and such beautiful people.

We spent two days on the Royal Mile, a feast for the eyes, the senses, and taste buds! It is one Scottish mile long and is the main thorough fare through historical Edinburgh. You will see shops of all kinds, many Scottish souvenir stores complete with men in kilts playing bagpipes, dress shops, Kilt makers, woollen mills, wonderful eateries and pubs.

Of course, my weakness is history. I have a permanent crick in my neck from looking up at the beautiful architecture. It is a good thing the mile is pedestrian friendly because I didn't watch where I was going.

If you love history you will want to spend a lot of time at the castle. This place is amazing. It is like a little town of it's own and if you have an imagination as big as mine, you will want time to recreate what life must have been like there. Be sure and take advantage of the audio tour guide, better yet the guided tours. When I return I think I'll for that. It has great historical information. I had to laugh when I heard about the One O'clock Gun that is fired Monday through Friday. The reason it isn't shot at twelve, as one would think it should, is because of the famous frugality of the Scots. After all why shoot twelve shells when one will do?

And the Crown Jewels! Don't miss them. Don't miss any of it.

Walking in Edinburgh is a lot like walking in San Francisco. It seemed that we were always walking up hill, climbing steps, and walking up another hill. All that walking made us hungry, so we stopped in a pub called BUDDY MULLIGANS PUB. It was really roomy for a pub and the food was great. They have a soup of the day, jacket potatoes (we call them baked potatoes) fish cakes, Sandwiches, salads, all day breakfast, steaks, Irish Stew, Steak and Guinness Pie (yummmmmm) and, of course, haggis. I hadn't worked up my courage to try that yet.

We like Buddy's so much we went there for lunch and for dinner. It just so happened that the World Cup Rugby championship was being played that night between South Africa and England. We stayed to watch. I didn't know what I was watching, but it was exciting! Also try a place called The Malt Shovel. Ask for their Butternut Squash Soup.

Be sure to visit the National Art Gallery. My favorite painting was of Hagar crying. I could feel her emotion, her pain for her child. It is an incredible work.

Since we decided to extend the same courtesy to Scotland as we did in England by not driving, we walked everywhere. Being on a tight budget prevented us from taking taxies. This limited our tour of Edinburgh, but we managed to fill our days on and around the mile.

After a couple of days of city life, we escaped to the Firth of Fourth. I've already described our hostel experience there, but not the long, quiet, walks along this beautiful shore. The one thought that kept running through my mind was, I can't believe I'm here. We walked about a mile to a little harbour village called Cramound. On the way I noticed a building to my left. It was a Roman bath built centuries ago. It wasn't open to the public, but still, to see something built so long ago right there. What fun!

While we walked about Cramound we found a pub called Cramound Inn. We had fresh tomato soup, fish, fresh bread, oh, so good. The staff was friendly and went out of their way to serve us. We had a great experience there.

After only only four days in Edinburgh, we had to leave for Glasgow. Some day I want to return and prowl to my hearts content. Until that day arrives, I will relive my days there remember how much I love the town of Edinburgh.

Next up, Glasgow!

SCOTLAND!

2008-01-22T18:26:00.000-08:00

Hi Everyone! I apologize for the long time between posts. My husband, Neal, and I are trying to finish our home in the county and it has taken our time from dawn to dusk. Hmmmm, sounds like a vampire movie!

I hope to elaborate in a post aobut our time in Edinburgh sometime this weekend. We had such fun and ate a lot of great food. The National Art Gallery, Wow! So many things to do and see. In fact, I think my husband and I will return to celebrate our 30th anniversary which occured this January 15th. He is a Campbell and I am a Leslie. We need to go back to our roots!

Anyway, pictures and recommendations will be coming along this weekend!

ONE YOUNG THING AND TWO MIDDLE-AGED BROADS IN HOSTELS

2007-12-19T18:41:00.000-08:00

Okay, here's the scoop. If you want cheap, stay in a hostel. If you want sleep, stay in a B&B.

I mistakenly thought that since we were visiting the UK in October the hostel scene would be quiet. Wrong. Maybe it was noisy because of thirty rowdy French men gathering together for the Soccer World Cup contest between England and South Africa, maybe it was noisy because of a school holiday, maybe it was noisy because of that reunion of Australian guys. All I know, it was noisy!!!!

All I know is that doors slammed 50 times a minute. Drunk men relieved themselves in the female bathroom showers, and what sounded like hundreds of seventh graders screamed and giggled up and down the halls. There hasn't been a sleeping pill made that could drown out all that noise. Besides, sleeping pills and coed dorms in hostels are probably not a good idea!

On the positive side, I never felt unsafe. The rooms and beds were clean and the staff was friendly and helpful.

All that said, I recommend staying in a B&B if at all possible. However, If you decide to stay in a hostel, here are a few tips:

*Of all the hostels we stayed in I recommend the Globetrotter Inns. The beds were comfortable and had curtains you could close for privacy. There was also a reading light. They use a cashless system which was nice. You put your money in a machine and stick in a card they provide and it "loads" the amount on your card which you swipe for each transaction. We stayed in the Globetrotter Inn at Edinburgh. It was situated on the Firth of Fourth. Beautiful. There were wonderful walking trails, a quaint little town close by with a delightful pub. If you want to go into city centre, there is a shuttle. They also had a 24 hr. bar. Which the Australian fellows enjoyed until the wee hours of the morning, and the rest of us were ready to stuff socks in their mouths! Which brings me to my second tip:

*Do not get a room close to the bathrooms! Or under stairs.

*It is worth the money and your sanity to get a double room far away from the main floor, or a room that sleeps four, max. Be careful though. For what you pay for a double room in a hostel, you may be able to stay at a B&B.

*I took locks and a sleep sack (full sheet, folded in half and sewed up one side) I didn't need them. Globetrotter had lockers in the rooms and provided the key. All the hostels provided clean sheets and duvet covers.

*My flashlight was a great idea!

*When you first arrive pay for only one night. Most do not give refunds. We payed for two at the Edinburgh Backpackers Hostel. Our first night was horrid! That's were the drunk French men made the female showers their urinals. Because of how the hostel is built, noise echoes up the stairwell that spirals to the top floor, reverberating in every room. After a night of doors slamming I wanted to move to another hostel, but we were stuck. Arrrrrgh!

All in all, I'm glad for the experience of hostels. And I as I mentioned earlier, I would stay in the Globetrotter Inns again. However, as far as all the other hostels go, I will leave the adolescents and twenty-somethings who are nocturnal by nature.

I have to have my beauty rest!

YORK!

2007-12-02T13:27:00.000-08:00

Since returning from the UK, I’ve contemplated all my “preplanning” to decide what were good decisions and what I could have done to make the trip better. One decision that was excellent and that I highly recommend to those who are traveling on a budget and have decided to stay in hostels is to spend the first two nights in a nice B&B. After 24 hours of planes, trains, and hikes, one needs to rest and refresh. And hostels ARE NOT the place to do that. More on that in the next post.

The train ride from London Gatwick to York England was a little over three hours. They have a little concessions area on the train that sells hot and cold drinks, including beer. They also have sandwiches, breakfast breads, snacks, sweets, and “crisps” (chips) that you can enjoy while watching the pastoral scenery zip by. I know I fatigued all around me by constantly pointing out flocks of sheep all along the way. But hey, all I see around my area of the U.S. are cows.

Holmlea Guest House

After arriving in York late in the afternoon, we walked a little less than a mile to our Bed and Breakfast called the Holmlea Guest House. They provide you with a key for 24 hour access. The proprietors are not on the premises but for a few hours a day, but should you be arriving after the time they leave you will be given an access code and your key will be waiting for you.

We found our room clean, comfortable, and reasonably priced. They charge by the room, like in the U.S. instead of the more common, “per person, per day.” This was nice because the three of us were able to split the cost three ways. Even better, they didn’t have a triple room available, so we stayed in a less expensive double and put the youngster, my daughter Olivia, on a futon mattress on the floor. This helped our budget tremendously.

As in all the B&B’s I’ve stayed in while visiting England, there was a variety of teas, instant coffee, and a hot pot provided along with china cups and sauces. We refreshed ourselves and rested a while before walking back to city centre to find our first and only real meal of the day. Fall is a beautiful time to visit this city. Walking through the parks and down the quaint streets is a feast for the eyes.

Micklegate Bar

Of course, my imagination runs wild while passing through the Micklegate Bar, the most frequently used entrance to the city. This was the preferred site to display the severed heads of traitors. Not a real appetizing thing to imagine before supper. Some parts of this gate are as old as 12 century. Amazing!

No wonder there are so many places that claim to be haunted and several popular ghost walks. York was founded in 71 AD and has a history of being captured by violence. If you take one of the ghost walks you will hear all about it. We took the “Original Ghost Walk of York.” Actors take you on a historic walk after dark and tell ancient folklore and history. You won’t see any ghosts. It was interesting, but, be sure to count your change. The guide we had wasn’t really good at it—to his advantage, if you know what I mean.

Golden Fleece Pub

We found the Golden Fleece, proported to be one of England's most haunted sites, and decided to give it a try. This was my first introduction to “pub grub.” Now, if you are on a tight budget, pubs are by far the place to eat. It’s comfort food that made this southerner want to lick her plate if her southern manners would have allowed it! I had roast beef Yorkshire pudding and roasted potatoes. I ate the entire plateful. My only consolation was that I had a long walk back to the B&B that would help with a few of the calories I inhaled! I highly recommend this pub! After we got back, we crashed, and as I drifted off, I knew that this trip was going to be amazing.

Evil Eye Internet Cafe

The next morning we woke to Holmlea’s continental breakfast of boxed juice—I was rather reluctant knowing how bad boxed juice tastes in the U.S., but it was surprisingly fresh—yogurt, croissants, and fruit. After a leisurely breakfast we dressed and went back to city centre to find an internet café and see York West Minster. While walking around town we asked locals if they knew of an internet café. Surprisingly, no one could tell us where to find one. Then we remembered to check our “Let’s Go” book and found the Evil Eye Internet Café. Interesting place. We sent our loved ones cyber messages of our safe arrival and set out.

York Minster
Because we were on a tight budget and couldn't afford to pay all the admission prices, we went to only one "must see" in York, The York Minster, the widest Gothic cathedral in northern Europe.

There hasn’t been a word created to express what happens to you when you first see this structure. The beauty, the history, the hidden stories, all weave into a delicious, sensory experience that involves your body, soul, and spirit.
If you are like me, plan to spend hours there. But if you are with fleet-footed traveling companions, as I was, try and stay at least 45 minutes. It is well worth the money.

Oscars Wine Bar and Bistro

Of course after all the thrilling tingles that danced all over my skin and brain, I got hungry. We decided on a little place called Oscars Wine Bar and Bistro on 8 Little Stonegate. Wow! Amazing food. So fresh! I had the Feta and Sunblushed tomato salad. Incredible. Chee Chee had Chicken Tikka with minted yogurt and Liv had the veggie cheeseburger. Each of our tabs were under ₤5.

I forgot to mention another neat thing about eating in pubs. You order at the bar and pay. They bring your food to you. No waiting for the check! Just eat and leave.

MY APOLOGIES TO VINCENT MCLEAN, OWNER OF OSCARS WINE BAR AND BISTRO. I INADVERTENTLY PUT THE WRONG PICTURE OF HIS ESTABLISHMENT ON THIS REVIEW. I'VE CORRECTED MY MISTAKE AND ENCOURAGE ALL WHO VISIT YORK TO MAKE OSCARS WINE BAR A "MUST SEE!" So sorry, Vincent!

Early the next morning we left to catch the train to Edinburgh, Scotland. I left with mixed emotions. There were so many things yet to do and see, so many more places to eat! If you have the money and the time, stay longer and see all you can! For more information, go to http://www.visityork.org/ and http://www.picturesofengland.com/

Tips:

* check into a York Pass. This will give a little discount and also encourage you to see things you might not have heard about. http://www.yorkpass.com/discountattractions.html

* Pubs are great places to eat and to meet the locals

*Give yourself at least three full days to linger in this city

Next post: HOSTELS—the good, the bad, and the just plain ugly!

OCEAN'S THIRTEEN - Getting there

2007-11-15T08:59:00.000-08:00

Why should I have been surprised? My flight to London was delayed for more than two hours. Of course they only informed us in thirty minute increments. Fortunately, I met a gentleman from London who often does business in Newcastle. So, the nosey person I am, I asked a lot of questions. Time flew by for me, probably dragged for the poor guy I plied for information. But we finally got on the jet. He went to first class, I went to coach. Oh well.

Back in the crowd, there were a lot of coughers, snifflers, sneezers. Thank goodness, I drank a lot of O.J. and Airborne fizzy tablets. The ride was rough. A lot of turbulence. Which surprised me since my flight there in '06 was so smooth. There were a few times I almost prayed, "beam me up, Jesus!" I stared at the attendants to detect any sign of fear. They kept their "poker faces" so I couldn't determine if we were seconds from the ocean or still safely suspended thousands of feet in the atmosphere.

I finally settled in for the thirteen hour journey. Since my seatmate was from the US, I didn't bother him--much. He was a lawyer on his way to meet friends in Brighton. Funny, he didn't look old enough to be a lawyer. And, since I must have appeared motherly, he asked me to wake him when the food came by, he didn't want to miss it. My nurturing genes kicked in and I totally forgot all the airy "potholes" we were hitting. He didn't miss a meal or a drink.

We landed and after a quick pass through customs, I found my daugher, Olivia, and sis-n-law, Terry (known to us as Chee Chee) We hopped the train and headed for York. Our great adventure as two old women and a young lady had begun!

TRAVEL TIPS:

Airborne really works!
STAY HYDRATED. Studies have shown this helps prevent getting sick on jets.
If your flight is delayed, relax. It happens all the time. Don't let it get your trip off to a bad start. Find an interesting person and the time will go by fast.
Wear something stretchy and comfortable. Ladies, I like Chico's travelers line. I know, I know, they are expensive, but you only need two pair, one clean and one dirty. They wash and dry so easily and if you keep them for traveling, they will last a long time. Think of it as a "clothing investment." At least you won't look like an unmade bed when you arrive. Gentlemen, my husband wears those nylon pants found at sporting stores like Lewis and Clark or Bass Pro.
Again, pack as light as possible. Especially your carry on. You will thank yourself while running through airports! Remember, airports are really picky about what you carry on, so as much as possible, put all your liquids in your check in bag. For updated info go to: www.tsa.gov/press/happenings/9-25_updated_passenger_guidance.shtm
NOTE: if you are flying out of London on your return trip, they now only allow ONE carry on.
Remember, don't exchange money at airports!
FYI, If you want to buy something on the jet, they will take USD or GBP. I wanted something that cost either 3lb or $5. I didn't have enough of either, so I offered a combination of pounds and dollars. They didn't go for it. The kind man next to me (the one I spoke to non-stop from London to Dallas) offered to buy it for me. :)
Try and sleep on the jet. I said try, I never can. There are sleep aides, but I'm afraid I'll snore, no, I will snore. Besides, I always get hung up on a movie.

NEXT UP: YORK!

Me and Chee Chee in York

BACK IN THE GOOD OLD USA

2007-11-02T06:06:00.000-07:00

I'm back and have lots to tell. One reader, Rod, asked for more food terms. Well, Rod, you won't be disappointed. I have many terms. And thanks to the nice gentleman from the UK who was so unfortunate to sit next to me for the eight hour plus trip home and have his ear bent by my questions, I learned more than the two weeks I spent in his country.

And hostels, boy do I have a lot to say about those! But pictures, recipes, information, and funny stories will have to wait until next week. I'm off to speak at the Maumelle Arts Writers Conference.

But, just for Rod, one term. If you ask for lemonade, you will get a 7up.

EDINBURGH!

2007-10-20T16:00:00.000-07:00

Wow! Scotland! Beautiful! Lots to tell, especially the hostel experience. Funny, frustrating, weird, more on it later. Lots of tips, especially where to eat. It may surprise you. One more night here and we are on our way to southern England.

But, if you ever have enough travel points you must come to Scotland. I'll post pictures, tips, and experiences when I get back.

YORK!

2007-10-18T03:41:00.000-07:00

Well, I made it to York. Last night we had dinner at a Pub called The Golden Fleece. It is haunted! Tip: the food in pubs is reasonable and usually very tasty. Which was the case here. I had the roast beef yorkshire pudding (not pudding, it's really like a popover--airy bread) with roasted potatoes. Yum.

Tonight we are taking a Ghost Walk. I'll fill you in on that and pictures later.

Packing it In

2007-10-15T07:49:00.000-07:00

I leave tomorrow. I've packed, unpacked, reduced, repacked, and now unpacking again to reduce. It's not like I'm meetng the Queen for heaven's sake! It's those "what if's" that keep me filling my backpack with unnecessary items. I think. Oh gosh, what if I don't take enough?

The last time I went, I took waaaaaay too much stuff and struggled on and off the train with HEAVY suitcases. Not this time. And if I need something, I'll just buy it (and pay 2+x the price?) Maybe I'll just do without!

Anyway, my daughter, Olivia, is already there and she says it is getting cold. So, maybe some sweaters? Yes, that's what I'll do.

As you can see, one trip in the spring is not the same as this one in the fall. When I return on the 31st, I will let you know if I did it right, and what I'd change. For now go to this link for packing ideas: http://www.ricksteves.com/plan/tips/packlight.htm

Watch for pictures and a ton of advice when I return the first of November!

DON'T GET POUNDED AT THE AIRPORT!

2007-10-09T17:38:00.000-07:00

Ok everyone. Learn from my mistake! Don’t exchange your money in an airport.

The last time I went to England my husband handled all those details. And, him being a type A, choleric, fire element personality, he did everything early and on schedule.

My daughter was due to leave the country in five days. I intended to go to the bank on Thursday, but things got crazy, so I decided I’d go on Friday. Didn’t make it then, either. So bright and early Monday morning My daughter and I sauntered into the bank and told them we needed to exchange dollars for pounds.

"Fine," said the banker. "How much?"

She handed over $800.00 and the banker took out a sheet of paper and started writing. Then smiled and said, “Your pounds should be here in a couple of days.”

“A COUPLE OF DAYS?" I gasped. "She’s leaving tomorrow!”

“Not to worry,” said the banker. “You can exchange currency at the airport.”

We both breathed a sigh of relief. And that was good because we were going to need the extra oxygen.

The next morning we checked and rechecked to make sure she wasn't forgetting anything and finally made our way to the airport. She was all smiles, I faked it. After a cherry "fair well" I watched her till she disappeared behind security. When I got to the car I cried all the way home. I don’t know what it is about putting my babies on jets that breaks me up so. Okay, okay, so she’s twenty-five.

When Olivia arrived at George Bush International in Houston, she went to terminal D to exchange her money. At this time the current exchange rate was 1 to 2.04.

She asked the lady at the desk what their fee was to exchange money. She told her $5.00.
Olivia handed over her $800.00 and the lady returned to her 350 pounds!!! We calculated she'd get 392 pounds. Olivia called me, panicked. I asked her to read the receipt and found the ratio they used at the airport was 1-2.24.

“What’s the number there?” I said. “I’m going to call and see what’s going on.”

I spoke with the lady at the airport and she said that was their going rate.

“Oh,” I said, “then your fee is not $5.00 but $47.00.”
“No, it’s $5.00.”
“But, you charged a ratio of 2.24.”
“Well, yes, that’s our conversion.”
“But the current conversion is 2.04.”
“But that’s the conversion we charge.”

"So, it's a hidden fee, right?"

"No Ma'am."

I could see that this conversation wasn’t going to save my daughter any money. But, at least I can get some satisfaction in warning all of you future travelers, DON’T EXCHANGE MONEY AT AIRPORTS!

Let's face it. Everyone wants to make their money. I just ordered my pounds and the bank charged 2.14. But that's better than the airport. And, the bank didn't charge an additonal fee!

In fact, in any foreign country, whenever possible, use an ATM or exchange in banks. Make sure that it is a bank. Not a place with a sign in the window advertising currency exchanges, or else you will pay big time.

I’ve gotten a lot of opinions on how much money to take. The consensus is that you :

Take around 200 pounds, more or less depending on how long you are staying, to pay for food, pubs, and anywhere charge cards are not accepted.

Take a debit card. Use it at ATM machines and when travelers checks are not accepted. The beauty of a debit card is that it is easy to cancel if lost or stolen.

Use a credit card. That way you immediately get the current exchange rate. Who knows, you may catch it down 1/1000th of a cent! Check with your credit provider to see what they charge for overseas purchases. And use a card with milage rewards for your next trip!

Once you are in Britian, you will get pockets full of coins. Strange looking coins. The last time I was in England my daughter, Olivia and I were at an internet café. When we finished I held out a palm full of coins and told the guy to take what we owed. Pollyanna that I am, I assumed he would be honest. And he probably was. But when we got outside my daughter let me have it. Apparently, that was not the most intelligent thing I’ve ever done. Who knew? I had silver coins in a gold circle, pences, two pences, five pences, all kinds of pences.

Well, after I got my dressing down I realized she was right. Now I know what each coin represents. You should too. So go to: http://24carat.co.uk/britishcoinagesystemframe.html

Now, let’s review:
· Go to the bank early for pounds
· DON’T EXCHANGE AT AN AIRPORT
· Exchange at a bank, use an ATM, or a charge card. (preferably one with miles rewards for your next trip!)
· Study the country’s coinage.

Next up, packing for your trip!

GETTING ROUND ABOUT THE UK

2007-09-26T15:19:00.000-07:00

Neal and Olivia patiently wait in the tube for the next train to come along. Yeah, right!

Have you ever heard of a roundabout? It is an evil circle of traffic confusion. We have them here in the US, but in the UK they are even more wicked because the vehicles drive on the left side of the road!

Roundabouts are only one of the many reasons I refuse to drive in Britain. Heck, if I can’t walk on the sidewalk without running into people, can you imagine me behind the wheel, much less in a cyclonic pattern of a roundabout? Lord have mercy!!!

If you are the brave sort, rent a car. That way you wouldn’t have to depend on anyone and your schedule would be your own. However, in the best interest of my fellow man, I prefer someone else doing the driving.

Following are the ways I traveled during my first trip to London in 2006:

Rail Passes: I purchased a Britrail pass. You can only buy them online. Go to http://www.britrail.com/. They offer seven plans to suit most needs. For instance, if you know that you are going to travel to a new destination every day it is best to get a consecutive pass because they are cheaper. If you are going to a destination and staying a few days before leaving for another, then you would do better with a flexipass. If you are going to stay in the vicinity of London, then you would need a London Plus Pass. There are plans if you are going to one country and staying there, like Scotland, or if you want to visit all of Britain. Also, if you want to see all of Britain plus Ireland the pass includes the ferry ticket.

Since I was staying in the London area I chose the London Plus Pass, enabling me to travel to Oxford, Cambridge, Arundel, and Dover. For my trip coming up in October I chose the flexipass since our travels will take us all over England and Scotland.

Buy an Oyster! An Oyster Card is the most economical and easiest way to get around in the tube, on busses and trams. Go to: www.tfl.gov.uk/tickets/oysteronline/2732.aspx

Taxi! I would only take one if I had no other choice. Be careful about taking taxi’s to airports. EXPENSIVE! They not only charge for the distance, they also charge for the suitcases. Proper etiquette is to talk to the driver first before getting in.

Be mindful of Bank Holidays, public holiday’s when the banks shut down. It is typically more expensive to travel during those days. For a schedule of these days go to: www.dti.gov.uk/employment/bank-public-holidays

This week I’m tagging along with my husband on a business trip in Branson, MO. We are staying at the Chateau on the Lake—a great place by the way—and I’m taking time exploring the best way to get to Ireland. Frankly, I’ve been pretty frustrated because it is expensive both moneywise and timewise. A friend had mentioned flying to Ireland on a small airline like Ryanair or Easy Jet. After looking at their websites and reading comments made by some who flew on Ryanair, I’ll admit, Iwas skeptical about this option. However, as fortune would have it, while on the Chateau’s patio looking over the lakeI met three lovely people from Ireland.

Bat and Peggy are from Dublin, Peggy’s sister, Sheila, is from Northern Ireland. Peggy said they fly on Ryanair and have had reasonably good experiences. Of course, any time you fly on any airline there will be frustrations. I went back to my room and checked the price of tickets. They are about the same as a ferry ticket, but instead of traveling ten plus hours the flight would only take around an hour (barring the normal airline delays.)

I’ll do some more thinking on this. I may just see how things go when I get to the UK and decide whether I'll go then.

So now that we’ve covered travel options, do you know how to pay for your souvenirs?

Next tip, Pounds, Pences, and where to get them.

The Difference Between the British and the people from the US

2007-09-24T06:50:00.000-07:00

My friend Linda sent this. It is funny and true!

The difference between the British and the people from the USA is this:

People from the USA think 200 years is a long time.
The British think 200 miles is a long way!

Be looking for my next "Preparing to Leave" tip this week!

First Time Trips

2007-09-14T06:33:00.000-07:00

On October 16th, I'm leaving for a two week "backpacking" tour of the UK. It will be interesting to see how different it feels from my first trip there when everything was so new, so mysterious. Before I left, I got all kinds of advice like, wear all black, don't wear white athletic shoes, and for heaven's sakes, don't talk! (some were concerned about my melodious southern accent)

Well, when I got there I found out that all that advice is a bunch of hooey. In fact, I wore so much black that a college student that I shared a seat with on the train asked me if I was a lawyer!

For all of you who are thinking about going to the UK for the first time, I will spend the next few postings on giving PRACTICAL TIPS FOR YOUR FIRST TIME TRIP to the United Kingdom

I'll start with some ideas for you to do in preparation for your trip. Today I'll address planning.

Go to your fav local bookstore, buy a cup of coffee (or whatever) and grab a travel guide book like Let's Go (for the budget minded traveler) Frommers, or Lonely Planet. These are the ones I have used. There are many more. Just go to the travel section. Enjoy the moment and read about all the places you want to go. You will find a treasure chest of information. What to see, how to get there, where to eat, sleep, entertainment, tourist traps to avoid, what to do to protect yourself, and much more! The books will list attractions in surrounding areas. You may find more "must see" things.

Go to http://www.picturesofengland.com/ That is a GREAT sight for planning your trip.

If you don't have one, get a MySpace account. I didn't want to miss a thing on my first trip to the UK, however, no one can see all of England in the span of one week! For that matter, a year! So I knew I had to make the most of what little time I had, and who better to ask about the "must sees" than the locals? So I went to my MySpace and hit the "browse" button and indicated I wanted to see all the women with pictures from the UK who were between the ages of 40-70. I figured this would help weed out most of the crazies out there! Then I read their profile and if I was comfortable with them, I emailed them this note: Hello, I'm Linda Apple from the United States. I will be coming to your country in a few months. If you have time, would you mind writing me your opinion of the sights that are a "must see?" I'm interested in history, architecture, gardens, and I am a writer. I got a lot of great responses. Two of the ladies were particularly gracious and we continued to communicate. By the time I got to England, I had two tea dates! Now, two years later, I still keep up with them!

This is enough to start with. Next post I'll give more Planning Tips.

How about all of you who have traveled to the UK? Do you have any tips to share?

If you have any questions or comments please feel free to send them.

You Say Biscuit, I Say Cookie

2007-09-12T19:23:00.000-07:00

April 2005 my dream of going to the home of C.S. Lewis, Charles Dickens, and Jane Austin, came true! My first trip across the big pond to the United Kingdom, where history was layered a thousand centuries deep, all waiting for me to explore.

As I walked along the sidewalks with my face to the sky marveling at the amazing architecture a curious thing kept happening. Even though I was on my side of the walk people kept bumping into me. I apologized like any polite Southern Gal should, but really, couldn't they stay on their side? Then it occurred to me that they walk on the same side as they drive and so do I. Ergo the problem.

Another thing. How is it that the people of England and of the USA both speak english, but different languages? For instance, while asking for directions to a bus station the kind lady at the subway (they call it a tube) replied, "You go to the zebra and turn right."

I thanked her and walked outside looking for a zebra of some sort. I looked for a sign--nothing. Maybe a plastic model? Nope. The real thing? No zebra. So I went back to her. "I don't see the zebra." She said, "At the end of the road, the zebra with the hump."

Hmmmm, the animal got stranger. A cross between a zebra and camel perhaps? Anyway, a creature like this shouldn't be hard to see. But try as I might, not a sign of a zebracam. By now I was almost too embarrassed to ask again. Almost.

The lady was really frustrated with me. "Look on the road, the strips are right there!!!"

"Ohhhh, you mean a pedestrian crossing with a speed bump?"

Then she looked confused.

That was my introduction to the British language. I learned that they call cookies, biscuits. Can you imagine what a visitor from England thinks when he reads "biscuits and gravy" on the Cracker Barrel menu?

What they call bacon looks like ham to me. And if you ask for jelly for your toast, you'll get gelatin. Chips are french fries and crisps are potato chips. A vacation is a holiday and mum is mom. An apartment is a flat, the trunk of a car is a boot and the hood is a bonnet.

Sakes! And people think Southerners talk funny!

What about ya'll out there? Do you have funny stories about American vs. British terms?