humor, Travel

Little Adventure: Down The Travel Insurance Rabbit Hole

“Some adventures linger. Others loiter. A few do both.” Anita Borgo  My 13K hike through the Samaria Gorge National Park in Crete did both. See the post about the journey https://afewchoicewordsbyanita.com/2019/11/20/big-adventure-hiking-the-gorge-in-samaria-national-park-is-not-a-walk-in-the-park/ and also see the other post about locating a doctor due to the trek. https://afewchoicewordsbyanita.com/2020/01/22/little-adventure-locating-a-doctor-in-crete/ After checking the “hike the gorge” and “locate a doctor… Continue reading Little Adventure: Down The Travel Insurance Rabbit Hole

Travel

Greece Meets Figurative Language 102

While listening to a mandolin player in a village square, touring a vineyard outside of Meteora, and tasting Greek wine in Athens my writer’s brain conjured experiences into figurative language . . . again. Simile is a comparison of two things using the word "as" or "like". (Agile Mandolin Musician) The mandolin player was as… Continue reading Greece Meets Figurative Language 102

Travel

Greece Meets Figurative Language 101

Winding through Cretan mountains, exploring ancient Mycenae, feasting on local fare my writer’s mind transcribed images into figurative language.  Hyperbole is an outrageous exaggeration to make a point.    (GPS Map image of Cretan roads) “In one-tenth kilometer make a sharp left. In one-tenth kilometer make a sharp right. In one-tenth kilometer make a sharp left.… Continue reading Greece Meets Figurative Language 101

Everyday Epiphany, Travel

Travel Travails: The What Ifs

The “what ifs” bullied their way into my carry on bag expanding it to a steamer trunk that needed checking and a porter. In my past journeys, these “what ifs” won the packing battle. Medical What Ifs: What if my glasses break? (I bought a glass repair kit.) What if I lose my glasses? (I… Continue reading Travel Travails: The What Ifs

humor, Outdoors, Travel

Making Stuff Up

Somewhere between my second and third Caicos Sunset Rum Punch   a bird of prey swooped low over the beach. His talons clutched a sizable fish. Had his catch been listed on Da Conch Shackmenu, it would have set us back about $30.  “What was that?” I asked Mike. “Amazing,” he answered. Hawk? Eagle? The birder in me… Continue reading Making Stuff Up