I’m Not a Stalker…But My New Friends are All 40 Years Younger than Me

Not that I’m counting, but the last time I checked the “largest online community of female nomads” site, I had 542 likes and 153 comments. And all of the comments were at least civil, a strange and heady sensation.

How …

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The Summer from Hell: Worst Trip I Ever Took, part 2

My brain hurts from trying to unearth memories of my truncated career as a tour guide for preteens and teenagers in Europe nearly 45 years ago. I believe that the experience (both the disasters and my inability to evade them) …

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The Summer from Hell: Worst Trip I Ever Took

So the ad appeared as if sent by a celestial messenger: Help Wanted—Tour Leader in Europe. It was 1976, and I was out of work. I had a series of short-term jobs vaguely related to my education in broadcast journalism—a …

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Travels with Babs Darling: On My First Tour

When I was growing up in the 1950s and early 60s I was an obsessive reader. One of my favorite subjects was travel, and I became fascinated by countries I considered “exotic” (definitely meat for a kid from a small …

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Someday YOU’LL be a Mother and You’ll Know How It Feels: When Your Child Takes to the Road

It was 1970 and my first trip to Europe. My parents accompanied me to the airport, and, as I was on line headed for the plane, my mother said, “If you’re not back in six months, you’ll never see me …

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