Travel

There was a period of approximately twenty years during which my husband Herbert and I prepared for every trip in exactly the same way. Herbert packed. I did not. This is not entirely accurate. I eventually packed. But first there was a process. The pr …

Gentle traveler seventy years beside her map folded again Dr. James E. Shepard, M.D., F.A.C.P., beloved husband, father, grandfather, physician, traveler, and lifelong student of the world, passed away peacefully at the age of 92. Born with a sharp int …

Lost! Panic begins . . .That shortness of breath, then dread . . .Kindness appearing My father used to call them “Travel Angels.” Not guardian angels in the theological sense. More like: unexpected humans who appear precisely when travel has started un …

Cold station platform thermonuclear corgis snuggle in my gloves I have been slowly purchasing items for both my Fall and Winter Japan trips on Amazon. After reading reviews, I intended to buy “a few” Korean warming pads to test for Winter Japan. What a …

There is a thread I keep discovering in my life that I did not consciously plan. Not travel.Not tourism.Not “bucket list” behavior. Something quieter. Participation. Or maybe more precisely: A desire to briefly enter living traditions. Not to master th …

I think the objects knew before I ever did where we all would go After I wrote the Ariats post, several people messaged me some version of: “Only you could turn boot shopping into an existential archaeology project.” This is fair. But I have been reali …

I have not yet been to Japan even once. Yes, I know this seems improbable, given my Japanese history and language immersion during college, karate years, Japanese Buddhist husband, and current obsession with Iaido. True, though. And so, naturally, I am …

This is shaping up to be the travel day to end all travel days. The morning began with a few-hour drive from the Cheetah Conservation Fund to the airport in Windhoek. Thankfully only a small portion of the route qualified as what Abraham liked to call …

I’m sitting on the veranda at Babson House early in the morning with a cup of coffee, listening to dozens of different bird calls echoing across the Namibian bush. Then I hear another sound. At first it blends in with everything else — a low rhythmic r …

All photos of entire CCF portion can be found HERE Lynn and I are now at the Cheetah Conservation Foundation (CCF), and as I started to type this, we were sitting on the veranda of Babson House, looking out over two cheetah brothers lounging in the aft …