A few months ago I was standing in a supermarket checkout line and a National Geographic headline caught my attention; 50 of the World’s last GREAT places — Destinations of a Lifetime. As I was turning 50 in a few months, I purchased the issue and thought; maybe I would go on an adventure to one of the 50 last GREAT places for my 50th birthday?
My cousin recently went to have her engagement ring cleaned in advance of her April wedding. While waiting to speak to the technician she overheard a conversation that led me to contemplate the four C’s of diamond selection.
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Last week I contacted the journalist who wrote an article titled The Azores: An untamed island paradise only a few hours by air from North America. In a tiny comments box I typed an even tinier note introducing myself and explaining my interest in learning more about the archipelago known as the Azores. I included a link to my BLOG offering a point of reference for the conversation. In an ironic twist of fate, I inadvertently typed the address www.TheArtofLovingLost.com; fortunately it didn’t match a site on the Internet prompting the journalist to ask if I mistyped the web address – I did. When I looked at the link I realized I typed The Art of LOVING Lost versus The Art of LIVING Lost. I chuckled and sent her an updated link.
I must be dreaming because I could never have imagined what happened next in the “letter in a bottle” saga. Sit back and enjoy the ride!
Today I decided to try cross-country skiing with a friend.
Look at those legs; I’m healthy, confident, and poised for action. I wasn’t moving, but I look good, right? Besides, how hard could cross-country skiing be? You shush under your own steam, there aren’t black diamond hills to navigate, and it’s not about speed or competition; it’s about relaxation, nature, and fresh air. This is my kind of sport!
As my buddy and I set out on our skiing adventure, we were told the trails were recently groomed and ready to go. Map in hand, we walked over to the benches at the trail-head, put boots to bindings, and started our trek. Now, I’ll say the trails were “groomed” a bit like a January bikini wax, great in most areas, a bit questionable in others. As we plodded through stubbly snow, I commented on how quickly we wound up in the weeds. Realizing this would be an excellent topic for the BLOG, I paid close attention to my experiences, and yes, I found several nuggets of wisdom on the ski trail that parallel lessons I’ve learned in my life.
So here goes,
My pal also mentioned that she didn’t think cross-country skiing would be a good first date.
Meh, who’s to say?
Have a great week!
