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| This is where I woke up on Friday. |
As documented by my travel feet, my soul needs to wander about this planet in order to refuel its creative stores. My passions need to be fed and travel often appeases the hunger. In today's world, the open road is less intimidating and much more easily navigated now that our smartphones are also provide GPS guidance and streaming music.
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| This was my view Friday afternoon. |
My maternal great grandfather lived on three different continents in his lifetime. Maybe I inherited my wanderlust tendencies from him. My paternal great grandparents immigrated from Europe, as well. They had to have adventurous spirits to be able to leave all they knew behind and make new lives in a strange country.
As a child, road trips were exciting. My grandfather, uncles, and father would always prepare with the latest edition atlas, a highlighter, and notes scribbled all over the pages that covered our routes. It made sense that these men in my life frequented car shows. The automobile was more than a machine. It was freedom. It was adventure. These men actually took pictures of the cars at the shows rather than the scantily clad models. At the beach, bikinis made the still shots more than the surf and brilliant skyscapes. But at the car show, they were mesmerized by the cars.
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| This is where I went to sleep Friday evening. |
Micki Bare, mother of three, wife, daughter & writer is the author of Thurston T. Turtle children's books.
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