Journeys way off the beaten path, and the power of everyday people.

Rinse, repeat.

I really need to stop packing ... anything. I have an extra suitcase here, but wear the same three things. Always. I'm like "The Fly" now. Black jeans or black leopard pants or Aboriginal leggings (which Olaf has dubbed the 1970s disco…

It's the small things

Found this little tidbit I "Jotted" down in my mobile phone's voice recorder in Queenstown, New Zealand. "As the queen of free things to do, I found the botanical gardens, which is beautiful. Right out of town, along the lake. You f…

Here I am. Thanks for pushing.

Several months ago, holed up in a room to myself (finally!) in New Zealand, I decided I would take a shower, and a photo of myself — hair wet, makeup off, any zit not covered and with the ratty towel I left on my bunk as dressing. The idea was tha…

You're 1 in 40 million, babe.

There are 40 million sheep in New Zealand and 4 million something people. In four weeks here, never once did "this" get old. I "awwwed" and my heart did a pitter patter for cuteness every. single. time. I saw lambs. This one r…