Thoughts that past through my mind last night:

-Why do people drive so bad?
-What is the best way to get rid of the dreaded coffee breath?
-Where in the world is Yahoo Serious?

Time passes, but I still feel the same.

Another Place, Another Time

Ever feel like a place gets under your skin and feel like you can never leave? I have and I wish I had never left. "Where?" You ask. I won't tell you, but you may surmise the place. I went this past fall and took a whirlwind tour of this country. I stayed in three major cities and three small towns. I saw mountains, two different seas, countryside, tall buildings, and a partridge in a pear tree. (Ok, so I didn't see a partridge in a pear tree, but I saw gypsy being told off by an old local man.) Each one with its own unique art and dialect. I felt like I was home as my ancestors were from this country. My language skills were honed day by day and I acknowledged myself becoming more like the locals. Whenever I speak of my trip to people and tell them of all the most delicious morsels that I have ever tasted, people say, "You must have gained 20 lbs with all that food." I just laugh and think to myself, silly American, I lost weight as I ate like a local. Believe me when I tell you, I didn't try to lose weight. I digested many items included whole milk, wine, cheese, liquors, fried foods, bread, dessert, and meats. I drank wine with lunch and dinner; sometimes drinking wine as a midmorning snack. I have never seen such awe inspiring art and architecture. Beautiful pieces sculpted with a chisel or paintbrush. In America, I lived in a old house and it was 60 years old. In the country I visited, that would be modern. I stayed in a hotel that was 500 years old. It was well maintained and I felt like time had stopped. I visited a local outdoor fish market that was probably around 500 years old as well. Fish was so fresh and it looked like it would make a great meal. There were vegetables and fruits of varying colors and made my mouth water just thinking about what I cook make with such fresh and ripe produce. My grandmother as a little girl went to this market and had many memories of this area. She was so happy that I was going back to the land of her birth. All she wanted was a picture taken of me in her city. When I gave her the picture, I'm sure that a tear came to her eye and she remembered a time gone by..... I am currently planning my next trip to this country. The money I spend is a small price to pay for such a wonderful experience. They say you can't take it with you when you die. I plan to enjoy life and not squander my money on stupid purchase that don't matter. So, when did your last purchase change your life?

This man has found his own Personal Jesus. I feel the same way as he does. Thank you for making me see that there are Americans that understand how I feel.

What has happened to America's Jesus?

Good Morning

Watching people as I drive by.

Feeling like an eagle as I fly.

Closing in on people walking down the street.

Always wondering if we'll ever meet.

As the sun makes its arrival,

The smile on my face to attempt another day's survival.

I feel like that I am in a crossroad in my life. I have no idea what I want to be when I grow up. To some, including my nephew, I'm a totally cool aunt. It's nice to be appreciated even if only for a few fleeting moments.