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GYPSY: (noun) One inclined to a nomadic, unconventional way of life. The first time I traveled alone I was 4. My mom pinned a note to my dress then put me on a plane from Atlanta to L.A. to visit my dad for the summer. That must have marked the beginning of my insatiable wanderlust because I can't seem to get enough of running away from home. In the mean time, I've spent my life between a career in the media and years in the hospitality industry. My independence has kept me single but that's a part of life when your first love is travel. I've been robbed in Australia and slept on a park bench in Amsterdam, but at the end of the day, I was on the road and that's where I'm most at home.

Monday, October 16, 2006

HAVE YOU SEEN ME?



Well...I guess it was inevitable that my little mascot would eventually go missing. Ugh. I miss him already, but the oddest aspect of it is that he was abducted in the very last city on my loop. Granted I am still traveling, but have already been to these places and so...I don't know. How fitting. I have several case scenarios regarding his disappearance. 1) A wild pack of Aussie boys grabbed him and duct-taped him to a ceiling. B) A wild pack of Aussie grabbed him and hung him from a bridge. III) He is actually alive and decided to stay in Cinque Terre and trust me, I would do the same if I could. It is absolutely stunning.

So, here's to you little chicken...err. Little. For keeping me company throughout, for being my spokesmodel/mascot and for having the nerve to stay in Italy. Maybe I'll see you again there someday. CIAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

Jim Luff/Back Forty here.
My gosh, but you have had an adventure. Can't imagine how you did all that for a year on $5G.
You must have endured some...um, "spartan" conditions! Anyway, I've enjoyed your adventure!

November 14, 2006  

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