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I know, the quote is probably not really attributable to Aerosmith's but that's where I heard it first. By 1993 in college, I had just a bit of travel under my belt & it had struck a cord with me. It wouldn't be for another 6 years that I truly understood how much that applied to the way I travel.
We were taking the train from Anchorage to Fairbanks after a cruise. There was an open air platform that I just couldn't get enough time on. The feel of the humid air from the rainforest along with the vibrant green of the ferns made me giddy! I didn't recognize it at the time but I knew the next time, I wasn't going to give up the opportunity.
The next time it happened was during a barge cruise in Holland during tulip time. I decided to skip lunch. I know I inadvertently offended the very real French chef but the price of skipping lunch was very much worth it. I stayed on the bow of the barge with the wind in my hair, surrounded by acre upon acre of blooming bulbs and the smell of hyacinths so lovely it's forever etched in my memory.
You don't experience these things on a tour. Going by someone else's schedule. Make your own adventure. Enjoy the journey.
I have.
What about Kris?
You will never see my credentials on here. That's just not me - a nice Scandinavian, Lutheran girl from Lake Wobegon, MN. I'm from Minnesota so not only am I nice, I'm modest.
If you need a picture of me to feel I am somehow qualified to make travel arrangements for you - you can stop looking because you won't find it. My appearance doesn't dictate my skills.
I don't do photos. I don't own a selfie stick. I know I was there. When I no longer have access to that memory, nobody will care or need ever have known I was there.
So why the picture and what on earth is it of? It's an example of why digital photography is wonderful. One of a pair of photos that was a surprise when the film was developed.
Kind of like travel.
You don't know what you'll have until you get it developed.
I took the photo in the Geiranger Fjord because I couldn't believe anyone would drive this road with no guardrails, that lead down a steep rockface directly into the drink. Who would be so foolish?
Me, two days later. Enjoy the journey.
My Favorite
Doesn't seem like much a favorite photo does it? It looks like just a church and something with a yellow flag on it.
What is it really? It's the flag draped casket of Maria Feodorovna.
Who? Maria Feodorovna, mother to the last czar of Russia. She escaped the revolution and made it back to her homeland of Denmark. Her wish was to be buried by her husband, Czar Alexander III, at the Peter & Paul Fortress in Russia.
She had returned. This was a small evening service at her home church at Alexandria Park. It was to commemorate the 140th anniversary of her arrival in St. Petersburg & to re-inter her next to her husband.
More than one Russian tour guide told their clients - you don't understand. This is Russia. Things don't happen when they say they will happen. But my ace in the hole, was the Danes who were bringing the Empress back to Russia. So it happened, on schedule.
This was part of probably the last true Russian Imperial event.
Truly once in a lifetime travel.
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