Come fly with me (OR NOT).

“Bang!  Bang!  BANG!  Crash!  Splat.  Ouch!  OW!”  Don’t worry.  That’s just the sound of me knocking my head against the wall.   frequent flyerGo on, ask me why.  Just trying to use up some of my frequent flier miles, is all.  HA!!  It would probably be easier for me to call the White House and ask to speak to President Obama.  And I know you feel my pain.

Not too sure anyone likes any airline’s loyalty (frequent flier) program, but I think you’d be hard pressed to find an unhappier group than Aeroplan members.  When it first started up, years ago, it belonged to Air Canada.  Then it split off and became a separate entity, although it’s still for passengers who fly Air Canada and its partner airlines.   Frankly I’ve never understood this whole Continue reading

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Day 245. True Confessions

All right. I’m going to say it out loud. I’ve felt it for a while, now. But I haven’t talked about it. Don’t know why, really. Maybe I just wanted to have it all figured leavingout first. I don’t care about that any more. Okay, here it is.

I’m bored with Toronto.

Bored.

Bored.

Bored.

As cities go, Toronto has been very good to me. I have been successful here. I’ve met great people here. I’ve had a very good life here. My closest friend lives here, the one I’ve known since we were in our early twenties.

But the city bores me.

It didn’t always. But it does now.

That’s why I keep saying I want an adventure. That’s probably why, even though I don’t love my apartment, I haven’t

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Day 110. Happy Guest

Okay.  I admit it.  I’ve made it through twenty-three letters of the alphabet and I’m finally stumped.  Or was.  I wasn’t even bothered by ‘u’.  But “X”.  That stopped me dead in my tracks for a minute.  I have never been one to give up easily, though.

Oh, I could have copped out and taken the easy way and written about x-rays.  But I’ve never taken the easy way out in my life and I’m not about to start now.

I may have been momentarily flummoxed, but it didn’t last long.  I love a challenge anyway.  So determined to do the letter “X” justice, I googled interesting words that start with it.  There was more than I expected to find, but one stood out.

Xenodocheionology.  

Does anyone out there know what it means?  I sure didn’t.

Well it means love of hotels.  Who would ever have guessed that?  But it suited me to a “t”, because I do love hotels.  The photo, by the way, was taken in the lobby of Continue reading

Day 102. Be Ruthless

Today has brought with it an over-abundance of choices.  And, as a result, I find myself in a quandary.  There are so many “P”-words I could have chosen to write about this morning.  Passion.  Persuasion.  Paris.  Pashminas.  Parrots.  Photography.  And that’s just for starters.

But, in the end, I’ve decided to talk about packing.  At first blush, not nearly as sexy a topic as the others.  But I think I’ve got a serious case of wanderlust going on; and that’s probably why I’ve got luggage on my mind.

Over the years I’ve become quite good at editing out the things I know I really don’t need to take.  I’ve learned how to be brutal.  Why not share, then, I thought to myself.

So packing it is.

I wasn’t always a good packer.  When I first started travelling (as an adult), I essentially didn’t want to leave anything at Continue reading

Day 96. Pink City

Jaipur, the capital and largest city in Rajasthan is, without a doubt, one of the places I enjoyed the most, when I visited India.  Rajasthan, in case you’re interested, is located in the northwest; and it’s the largest state in the Republic of India.  Because it was painted pink to welcome Edward, Prince of Wales in 1876, Jaipur is also known as the Pink City.

And having been there, I’m not surprised that Jaipur is a very popular tourist destination.

Our stop there came at the beginning of a month-long trip.  We started in Delhi and went on to Agra where, among other things, we visited the Taj Mahal.  New Years Eve was spent in Samode, a small village not far from Jaipur.  We stayed in a heritage palace hotel, as we did throughout Rajasthan, and the News Years celebration they organized was nothing short of magical.

That deserves a blog post of its own.  But just to give you a taste of what we experienced, we dined, exquisitely, in a huge tent, with walls of silk panels, open at the top so we could enjoy both the starlit sky and midnight fireworks extravaganza; and  then partied with two brothers, Princes, whose family Continue reading

Day 60. A Milestone

It’s been two months, since I first had the crazy idea of attempting to write something new, every day, for a year.  Sixty days.  Sixty stories.  Sixty different topics.  Six hundred and twenty-one tags.  Forty-four thousand, seven hundred nineteen words.

And sixty grande Pike’s to keep me going.

Damn!  That’s half a novel’s worth of work.  That’s one mother load of a blog.  And I’m not even close to being done.  Done in, occasionally.  But not done.  I’ve written on more subjects I could ever have imagined, from aging to atoning.  From beauty to books.  The Caribbean to cycles.  Distractions.  Entertainment.  And fantasies.

On googling.  Health and history.  From ignorance to intentions.  Joy and love.  From mischief to  music and naturopathy.  Politics and prejudice.  Refining to rituals.   Continue reading