I have obviously done my share of traveling. From the time I could remember, reaching waaaaaaaaaaay back into the vast closet of clutter and emotion that is my mind, travel was a big part of my life.
I would spend many summers, topless, at two, three, four, five, six, (then after that I got a top, cuz that’s what you do in Europe), on the beach in Riccione or Rimini or some other Adriatic hot spot. At the time, I was just loving Italy, for my mother, an immigrant with a high school degree, this was her chance to culture her girl. I have to tell you, “she done good.”
As time passed, and my dad became quite the travel mogul, hoisting Perillo Tours into the top spot on the list of most ingenious, trustworthy and incredible travel companies to hit the USA, we did more and more worldwide journeys, and the crème de la crème, the pièce de résistance, sometimes the nuns would let me leave school. “It’s the best education she will get,“ smiled Sr. Anne Connolly. Never, ever, doubt a nun who wears the same black and white habit every day ... they must have very wandering imaginations.
And so it would be, like dysentery in Mexico, the travel bug would never leave my system. I am up for anything, at any time: road trips, train excursions, flying far, far away. I spend most of my free time considering the next departure, and I have extended this to my children who are always waiting, overstuffed backpack in hand to board the car, plane, tractor, whatever …
I want to hear about properties, hotels, amusement parks, countries, you loved or didn’t ... and I can totally run amuck with tips, ideas, and story after story of our travel trials, tribulations and flat out crazy trips.
Traveling, anywhere outside your box, no matter what your budget, helps kids and grown ups too, to stimulate their brain, open their thoughts and break away from the mundane. It is a necessary part of life to revive your spirit and awaken the imagination.
Come away with us ...
Ode to Harry