Category: Travel

Love on the Go: Building Surprise Trips That Wow


Planning a surprise trip for your partner can be thrilling yet challenging. It requires a blend of careful planning and spontaneous adventure to create a memorable experience. This Meanderings guide explains how you can craft the perfect surprise getaway to delight your partner.

Balance Planning with Spontaneity
While meticulous planning is essential to ensure a smooth and enjoyable trip,
leaving some days unplanned can add a delightful element of surprise. This
flexibility lets you decide based on your mood and discover unexpected local treasures. You might stumble upon a charming café, a hidden beach, or a local
festival that wasn’t on your itinerary. These spontaneous moments often become the trip’s highlights, creating lasting memories that scripted plans might miss.

Invest in Comfort and Charm
Consider enhancing your travel experience with small luxuries. Upgrading your
seats for a long flight can make the journey more comfortable and less tiring.
Choosing accommodations with luxury or unique charm, such as a boutique
hotel or a quaint bed and breakfast, can elevate your stay. These small comforts
can significantly impact your overall experience, making the trip more special and thoughtful.

Create a Video for the Big Reveal
Crafting a video to unveil your surprise trip adds a deeply personal and thrilling
element to your announcement, making it unforgettable. Utilize a free video
maker to easily create videos capturing your planned journey’s essence. This
handy tool empowers you to add audio, adjust the speed, and animate elements,
enhancing the storytelling experience. Picture the delight as your partner
discovers each planned detail, their excitement growing with every scene.

Seek Out Unique Local Experiences
Exploring unique local experiences not typically found in guidebooks can add a
special touch to your trip. Whether it’s a cooking class with a local chef, a guided tour through an off-the-beaten-path neighborhood, or a workshop with local artisans, these activities provide a deeper connection to the destination. They offer an authentic glimpse into the local culture and allow you to create unique memories together.

Utilize Travel Apps and Tools
Travel apps and tools can make planning and executing your surprise trip
smoother. Apps for flight tracking, accommodation booking, and local
transportation can streamline your planning process. Additionally, apps that
provide restaurant recommendations, language translation, and currency conversion can be invaluable during your trip. Leveraging these tools helps
ensure a seamless and stress-free experience, allowing you to focus on enjoying the journey.

Balance Excitement with Relaxation
Incorporating relaxation into your trip is crucial to balance the excitement. Plan
for a spa day, a leisurely beach day, or a quiet nature retreat. These restful
moments provide an opportunity to unwind and recharge, ensuring that the trip isn’t just packed with activities but also offers time to relax and enjoy each
other’s company. This balance helps maintain a pleasant pace and prevents
burnout from too much excitement.

Opt for VIP Experiences
Look for VIP experiences, private viewings, or early access tickets to avoid
crowds and make the most of popular attractions. These options can transform
a typical sightseeing tour into an exclusive and intimate experience. Whether it’s a private museum tour, a VIP wine-tasting session, or early access to a famous landmark, these unique arrangements can make your trip feel even more extraordinary.

Add a Personalized Theme
A themed trip can add an extra layer of excitement and personalization. Whether following the trail of your partner’s favorite author, wine tasting across vineyards, diving into historical sites, or embarking on a culinary journey, a themed approach makes the trip more engaging and meaningful. This thoughtful touch shows that you’ve tried to tailor the experience to their interests and passions, making the trip unforgettable.

Planning the perfect surprise trip for your partner involves careful preparation
and spontaneous adventure. By balancing planned activities with unplanned
days, investing in comfort, seeking unique local experiences, using travel apps,
creating a memorable reveal video, incorporating relaxation, opting for VIP
experiences, and adding a personalized theme, you can craft a trip that will leave your partner feeling cherished and thrilled. This thoughtful approach guarantees the journey is as enjoyable as the destination, creating lasting memories for both of you.

This a guest post courtesy of Catherine Workman <cworkman@wellnessvoyager.com>

You may be more spontaneous and not much of planner but these tips will certainly come in handy when planning that special trip.

Travel and Self-Care

I hear the ‘frost advisory’ in the weather report and look out at the beautiful Fall colours. I ponder taking a winter travel adventure right here in Canada, a winter wonderland.

My contemplation did not last long as I read about the Winter Train trip though the Rockies from Vancouver to Jasper. Oh, it’s wonderful, magnificent and having done the Rockies by train and by car in more hospitable weather – think summer -I can only imagine how awe inspiring such a trip would be.

The problem is the list of things to do. I am very happy to stay at the luxurious Chateau Lake Louise, but the dog sledding, snow shoeing, wildlife spotting and the ice walk left me, well, cold.

I then turned to look at winter vacations in warmer climes only to be sent the following post from Catherine at https://wellnessvoyager.com a fellow travel blogger. Thank you Catherine.

My winter hardy friends tell me that if you can, do take the train then go to Banff to ski. They say even I would love it. I just might, but don’t hold your breath. Here is Catherine’s Wellness suggestions:

Traveling as Self-Care: 4 Great Cities to Rejuvenate Your Mind and Body

In the hustle and bustle of our daily lives, it’s easy to lose touch with ourselves. Traveling is a great way to shake up your routine and reconnect with what matters most. Exploring new cities can encourage you to embrace new perspectives, step out of your comfort zone, and discover the serenity of self-care. Both the United States and Canada boast an abundance of wonderful cities to explore, each with its own unique charm and array of soul-filling benefits. In this article, we’ll guide you through a carefully curated selection of these vibrant destinations!

Preparing for a Relaxing Trip

First, it’s worth acknowledging the fact that travel can be stressful. Proper preparation is key to ensuring your trip actually rejuvenates your spirit rather than leaving you feeling exhausted. If you’re a self-employed professional, consider taking the necessary steps to clear your schedule and set expectations with your clients or collaborators. This will allow you to fully immerse yourself in the self-care experience and ensure peace of mind during your absence.

When it comes to planning your trip, online resources can serve as invaluable guides. For example, Meanderings is an excellent source of inspiration which can encourage you to get out there and create your own stories. Bucket List Travels shares several other websites to help you plan your big adventure.

Orlando, Florida

Orlando stands out as an ideal location for a self-care reset trip. While renowned for its theme parks, Orlando offers much more than meets the eye. Of course, a trip to the magical world of Disney can be part of your self-care journey, encouraging you to connect with your inner child and enjoy the wonder of a unique and enchanting world. Beyond Disney World, Orlando offers lush botanical gardens, serene lakes, and numerous spa resorts that cater to your relaxation needs. If you plan on visiting Disney World during your trip, consult online resources such as MouseLifeToday.com to learn how you can keep your adventure within budget.

Banff, Alberta

Vacationing in Banff, Alberta, is a soul-nourishing experience that offers self-care opportunities in every season. Whether you visit during the vibrant burst of fall when the larches turn brilliant gold, or in the heart of winter for world-class skiing in the Canadian Rockies, or even during the balmy days of summer for breathtaking hikes, Banff has something to offer every traveler seeking renewal. Not only does Banff provide several opportunities for outdoor recreation, but the town offers plenty of shopping opportunities with a stunning mountain backdrop, incredible restaurants, and a variety of luxury resorts to pamper and delight!


Tofino, British Columbia

Tofino in British Columbia is another fantastic self-care getaway if you want a break from the hustle and bustle of big-city living. The town is a coastal paradise tailor-made for those who find solace by the ocean. Nestled on Vancouver Island’s western shore, Tofino offers a serene sanctuary where the Pacific Ocean meets ancient rainforests. This small town’s charm lies in its unspoiled natural beauty, with long stretches of sandy beaches, rugged shorelines, and lush wilderness. Embrace a slower pace, enjoy fresh seafood, and explore all the artsy shops, cute boutiques, and art galleries lining the streets of downtown.

Napa Valley, California

Visiting Napa Valley in California is a self-care journey tailored for those who appreciate life’s finer pleasures and have a passion for wine and culinary delights. In Napa, you can indulge your senses with world-class wines from renowned vineyards, savor gourmet cuisine prepared by award-winning chefs, and unwind at luxurious spa retreats. Stroll through vineyards and enjoy leisurely picnics. Napa Valley is an idyllic location to embrace the art of slowing down!

In the pursuit of self-care, seek new cities and fresh experiences. Traveling can be incredibly transformative! Whether you decide to visit exciting Orlando, picturesque Banff, tranquil Tofino, or charming Napa Valley, take the time to make work preparations before embarking on your adventure so you can fully enjoy your self-care getaway.

Are you looking for travel inspiration? Read through some other articles on the Meanderings website for travel stories and adventures.

Guest Post

 

Thanks to wellnessvoyager.com for this article.

Tips to Stress-Free and Budget-Friendly Travel with Young Children

Traveling with young children can be a daunting task, especially when you’re on a budget and trying to keep stress levels low. However, with a little planning and some smart strategies, you can create a memorable and enjoyable trip for the whole family. Meanderings shares seven budget-friendly and stress-reducing travel tips for parents with young children.

Avoid Travel During Peak Seasons

One of the easiest ways to save money and avoid crowds is to travel during off-peak times. This means avoiding popular vacation periods like school holidays and major public holidays. Not only will you find better deals on flights and accommodations, but you’ll also encounter fewer crowds and shorter lines at attractions, making it easier to manage your young children.

Rent a Vacation Home Instead of Staying at a Hotel

Instead of booking expensive hotel rooms, consider renting a vacation home for your family. Vacation rentals often offer more space, privacy, and amenities than hotels, while also providing a more comfortable and home-like environment for your children. To ensure that your rental is in a walkable area with easy access to amenities and attractions, check its Walk Score before booking. A higher Walk Score indicates a more pedestrian-friendly neighborhood, which can make your stay more convenient and enjoyable.

Bring Healthy, Budget-Friendly Food Options

Eating out can quickly add up, especially when you’re feeding a family. To save money and ensure your children have access to healthy food options, bring along budget-friendly snacks like fresh fruit, granola bars, and string cheese. Not only will this help keep your kids satisfied between meals, but it can also prevent meltdowns due to hunger. Plus, having snacks on hand can save you time and money by not having to search for and purchase overpriced snacks at tourist attractions.

Find Free Activities and Attractions

There are plenty of free activities and attractions available for families, no matter where you’re traveling. Do some research before your trip to find parks, playgrounds, and other kid-friendly attractions that won’t cost a dime. Many cities also offer free events like concerts, outdoor movie screenings, and festivals, which can be a fun way to spend time together as a family without breaking the bank.

Be Willing to Adapt

When traveling with young children, it’s important to be flexible and willing to adapt your plans as needed. Kids can be unpredictable, and unexpected events like tantrums, illness, or bad weather can easily throw your itinerary off course. By keeping your schedule loose and having backup plans in place, you’ll be better prepared to handle any surprises that come your way, reducing stress for both you and your children.

Keep Your Kids Occupied During Downtime

To keep your kids occupied during downtime and transit, pack a variety of entertainment options like books, coloring supplies, and small toys. You can also download movies, TV shows, and games onto a tablet or smartphone to keep your children entertained during long flights or car rides. Having a range of activities on hand can help prevent boredom and make the journey more enjoyable for everyone.

Invest In a Baby Carrier

Navigating crowded airports, train stations, and tourist attractions can be challenging with a stroller, especially when you’re trying to keep an eye on multiple children. A baby carrier can be a lifesaver in these situations, allowing you to keep your youngest child close while freeing up your hands to wrangle older siblings. Plus, baby carriers can be more comfortable and convenient than strollers when exploring uneven terrain or navigating narrow streets.

Traveling with young children doesn’t have to be a stressful and expensive experience. By implementing these budget-friendly and stress-reducing travel tips, you can create a memorable and enjoyable trip for the whole family. Remember to travel during off-peak times, save on accommodations by renting a vacation home, bring healthy snacks, take advantage of free activities, be flexible with your plans, pack entertainment options, and use a baby carrier to make navigating your destination easier. Happy travels!

Worth Repeating

Almost every day there is news of more book bans, challenged books and a host of new education guidelines for books to be used in schools.

Books have been challenged for as long as there are books. The recent spate is so filled with vitriol it boggles the mind.

Also, this weekend I am mourning the loss of two pro-book voices. I do not use the word icon too often given its definition but the retirement of two CBC Radio hosts brought that word to mind. I will sorely miss Eleanor Wachtel host of Writers & Company and Shelagh Rogers host of The Next Chapter. Those two programs are staples in my radio listening.  They introduced me to Canadian writers of all genres and to many authors I am sure I would not have met but for their programs and their commitment to showcasing the best literature.

A prized possession is the recording of an interview I arranged with Malcolm Gladwell and Eleanor Wachtel.  That recording is now even more precious.

So what’s worth repeating? It is Alone but not Lonely a post I wrote some years ago under the Travel banner extolling the virtues of books as friends. You may read it here: https://paulasmeanderings.com/alone-but-not-lonely/ Or URL https://wp.me/p9c4ml-cY

The Meander:  You cannot ever be lonely if you have a book. Keep on reading.

Finding Balance

This post should perhaps be called the joy of travel but I think my experience on my first cruise adventure without my best travel partner, Bert, was more about discovery and finding balance.

When Corbert, Amy and I sat down to discuss my resuming travel and cruising in particular, I was hesitant. Bert and I loved to travel and sometimes took ‘the kids’ with us. We all were bitten by the travel bug so wanting to travel again was almost a given. The hesitancy came from the fact that an important component, Dad, would not be with us.

We chose a South American cruise beginning in Buenos Aires, Argentina and ending in Santiago, Chile. There were a number of factors going for it. I would be able to introduce them to good friends in Buenos Aires and in Chile.  In fact, I call them my Argentinean and Chilean families. Also I was going to attend a wedding in Santiago and once again I would be able to get close and personal to penguins.

All went according to plan except for the unsolicited visit from Bert to my birthday lunch in Santiago which I wrote about in my last post  https://paulasmeanderings.com/birthday-tremor/.

There are too many highlights to record here but a few do stand out. My friends in Buenos Aires had booked tickets for us to Senor Tango a spectacular tango dinner show. It brought moist eyes as I remembered how Bert wanted so much to see this show with Corbert.  The show ends with a stirring rendition of Evita: Don’t Cry for me Argentina, one of Corbert’s favourite songs. When it came up, memory brought a few tears.

It was a pleasure to take them to lunch at the same pub on Stanley in the Falklands where the fish and chips went down easily. On our two previous visits Bert had declared it was the best fish and chips outside England. Then again he said that in Christchurch, New Zealand too!

Sailing around Cape Horn can be hazardous to your health. That passage is one of the roughest you can encounter. As a result, many have been on this same voyage and have never been able to get into Stanley Harbour. The cruise gods must like us as we had smooth sailing.

It was a pleasure to see both Corbert and Amy just taking in the beauty, the history and absorbing the experience as it unfolded.

In Santiago we had our own private tour guide.  My friend, Paty, owns her own tour company specializing in the history of her country and wine https://wineweintours.cl/ She is the best.

However, it was the intangible that resonated most for me. Something happened that was unexpected. From the moment I stepped on to the airplane for that first leg of the flight to Argentina I experienced a lightness, a freedom to exhale, to breathe. I did not know I had been holding my breath for 11 years! I did not know how totally consumed I was with a disease, and with the burden of care.

I was so focused on doing and living for two and so angry at a disease that I had lost myself without even being aware of it.

I am weaving a different pattern. It’s not all happy and carefree. It never will be because there’s a part of me that’s missing. Yet there is now room to step away from the disease. I see myself as the conqueror not the vanquished.  Alzheimer’s did give me my third age advocacy issue but it will not become the only issue. I now have time for me.

 The Meander:  Friends call. Travel calls. Cultural pursuits and social events call. Family takes the top position. I am ready to answer. Of course, I’ll be busy because I want to be and as the blog byline states: Standing Still is Not an Option.

Birthday Tremor

I survived the 2010 earthquake in Chile. The epicenter was in Concepcion only 200 kms from Santiago and measured 8.8 there and 8.5 in Santiago where we were spending the winter.

Today, Tuesday March 21, 2023 I woke up early and watched the sun rise over the Andes from my bedroom in Curacavi, Chile. Utter bliss. I am staying with friends. My birthday comes after an Antarctic cruise and before a wedding on Friday.

After breakfast we are going to pick up my friend’s daughter who is flying in from Barcelona where she lives. I have not seen her in almost 12 years. She was no longer a teenager but now an architect and though looking more grown up and more sophisticated seemed the same young girl I knew and loved.  It was the same feeling I had when I met her brother and his wife a few days earlier. The years fell away in a long exuberant hug.

Now here we were at grandmother’s home to welcome her and to celebrate my birthday.  There were 10 of us, members of what I call my Chilean family. We had demolished the laden table of food in the living room, the appetizers, and were now seated at the dining table also laden with food and making fast work of that too.

Now it was time to sing the birthday song. Of course, we had to have both versions sung in two languages. First up Cumpleaños feliz then Happy Birthday sung loudly and somewhat slightly off key under the influence of a variety of the ever flowing wonderful Chilean wines. Salud!

I smiled my thanks, raised my glass and as I lowered it to the table there was a slight shake. Then another followed which was just a tad harder. Puzzled, I looked up and saw the flowers in a large vase do a slow waltz. OMG an earthquake! Shades of 2010! I grabbed on to the table as if I could stop it from shaking. Please, I do not want to go through another 8.5 earthquake in Chile or anywhere else for that matter, I prayed. A third bigger shake rattled the dishes though not a drop of wine spilled.

I was terrified but aware enough to look around.  Hard to believe but here was what registered. One lovely woman used her fork to delicately stab another quail egg and pop it into her mouth. The men were muttering something about ‘only a small tremor, no problem’.  I was pleased that my Spanish was working enough to understand it all.

Then another speared a cherry tomato and reached for the crudités with the salmon coloured dip. My beef empanada was cooling on my plate as I refused to let go of the table.

Two men and a woman went to the balcony to see what was happening to the water in the swimming pool. Don’t ask. I didn’t. Grandma stretched out her hand gently stroked my hand.

My dear friend was watching the other vase of flowers doing a lazy dip and fall back salsa routine. Another calmly, nonchalantly sipped his sparkling wine savouring it with obvious pleasure. I looked up at the chandelier and silently begged it not to come tumbling down as the crystals played a tinkling tune as it swayed and shimmied. Then with a last shudder things stopped moving.

It’s over, only a little tremor. No problem. That was the general consensus. They checked into the earthquake website or whatever it is called. The report said an earthquake measuring 5.1 occurred in Santiago and environs.

By that time everyone, except me, was back to eating and drinking. Still tremulous I picked up my empanada again. I was not yet quite back to normal but laughed, perhaps with a bit of hysteria when one suggested that Bert had come to visit and the little tremor was his special birthday greeting to me. That was what I needed to be calmed, helped along in a large part by my third or fourth glass of wine. As the talk turned to Bert I reflected on the many amazing birthdays I have had: bonding with elephants in Sri Lanka; celebrating Nyepi in Bali; going over the Andes from Santiago to Mendoza, Argentina, and so many more!

This little birthday tremor will join the crowd as being very special. I was surrounded by friends, enjoying Chilean wine, eating food that was prepared with love, being serenaded in both Spanish and English versions of the birthday song, and a visit by Bert in the form of an earthquake which somehow was typical and fitting. With a sigh of relief and in serenity I went back to my empanada.

The Meander: The entire trip was a celebration of LIFE.

“For everything that lives is Holy, Life delights in Life”.             William Blake

New Year Traditions

Every year for the last 40 or so I exchange special New Year’s Eve greetings with our friend who lives in Spain.  Whether by email or telephone we remind each other to eat twelve grapes as the clock chimes the last seconds of the old year.  Each grape represents one month of the coming year and eating them guarantees a year of good luck.

In the last few years my Bert and I have not made it to midnight.  We will not be under the same roof this year but the tradition continues.

As I closed the usual message I asked my friend if the luck for the twelve months would still be forthcoming if I ate the grapes too early.

In her reply she said she has failed sometimes to eat at the correct hour and also being Scottish she has been her own ‘first footer’ for many years.  She then told me of the Irish tradition of holding the front door open to welcome the New Year while simultaneously holding the back door open to bid farewell to the old year.  She ended with: “What about those who live in flats without back doors?”

I replied that I had no trouble with doors as my balcony door is actually my back door.  My worry would be that the old year may come to a precipitous end because as at stepping out he would fall nine floors down.

I did not want to imagine the splat.

That got me looking at other traditions my Bert and I have enjoyed.

The Netherlands:  My Bert was so happy to introduce me to his New Year’s Eve tradition, the most important of which involves food.  You are not Dutch if you do not greet the New Year with Oliebollen or oil balls.  These are round balls of dough deep fried and dusted with sugar.  They taste like doughnuts.  If you ever wondered where the hole in doughnuts went before there were Timbits they were oliebollen.

Friends still call to wish us a Happy New Year and proudly announce that they are eating oliebollen.

Of course there are fireworks.  So many and so ubiquitous that the news reports on New Year’s Day always include how many have been injured during the night of revelry.  It is usually in the hundreds.  The injuries run from a slight burn to: “You are lucky you’re not dead!”

Did I tell you that there is a lot of drinking too?  That might attest to the fact that each New Year’s Day there is also a Dutch version of Canada’s Polar Bear swims.  Only that being Dutch it is everywhere, done by everyone it seems, and having seen bikini clad women and children diving into the North Sea on January 1st  I am in shivering awe even today at the recollection.

Denmark:  For four consecutive years my Bert and I spent New Year’s Eve in Denmark.   We were most surprised how paltry the meal seems – boiled cod – but that is only the traditional dish.  There were enough other surrounding dishes to feed an army in addition to the company of fourteen that gathered in our friends’ home.  I asked the whereabouts of the son and was told he was out smashing dishes around the neighbourhood.  I heard a smash at the door and was about to open it but was told: “Don’t, the smashing is not over as yet and there might be more being thrown at our door.”  Huh!?

Yes, Danes save their broken crockery to throw at the doors of the people they love on New Year’s Eve.  The more crockery found on your doorstep, the more love and abundant luck you will have in the coming year.

I love the Danes.

Incidentally, they too have a mad rush of fireworks that start at dark and may continue to the dawn of New Year’s Day.  They too may have many a hospital visit after the revelry.

Another reason for a hospital visit is the custom of jumping off the highest point you find at the stroke of midnight.  If you are celebrating in a home, that would be the sofa or a chair.  If you are at a really fancy party in a posh hotel you will see people jostling to get on a chair or a table, if inebriated, to ‘leap into the New Year’ at the stroke of midnight.  One year we grabbed the kids and moved slowly but surely to the huge windows to get an optimal view of the fireworks, as grown men and women leapt from anything elevated.  An older couple with a heavy German accent, who were on a similar mission as us said: “Ach! Those are the Danes.” I thought of sprained ankles and more.

Sweden: We gathered with family and friends for an amazing seafood smorgasbord.  There is herring prepared in every way imaginable plus lobster, shrimps, oysters.  The best china and glassware are unearthed and the table is beautifully decorated.

This is family.  This is a communal feast.  Everyone has contributed.  The home is warm and cozy and then comes the main tradition:  You must light the fireworks or go to the neighbourhood park, Town Hall or wherever you go to watch the fireworks as long as it is outdoors!

Note that Swedes are outdoorsy types and that for most of the year they live, if not in the dark then in a sort of twilight.  Being outdoors in the cold is normal. We Canadians can relate. 

At midnight you hug every single person in the room.  I like that!

Then we bundle up, children and all.  I am so swaddled I look like the Goodyear blimp.  I stand in snow up to my knees trying to stamp my feet which I cannot feel; my teeth are chattering; I shiver under the layers of clothing.

The fireworks are wonderful.  For a moment I cheer, and stamp.  I ooh and aah, I think, as I am too cold to know for sure.

We trudge back inside.  I pour myself a large cognac and curl up in a corner with an afghan.  What a wonderful night.

The following year we invite our niece and husband to accompany us to the New Year’s Eve party at the posh hotel in Copenhagen.  The headline band was Boney M.  Yes!

Jamaica: Yeah mon!  What excitement the holiday season brings.  The ‘clean-up’ for Christmas begins December 1st then right after comes a New Year tradition – the laundry.  You must not have any dirty clothes in your home to greet the New Year.

The New Year’s Eve ball is a must.  If you can afford it you go to a Ball dressed to the nines. You must choose your venue early as all hotels, inns, large and small entertainment venues are fully booked weeks in advance.  If you cannot afford the gala events then the parties happen in every place imaginable including great house parties.  You party no matter your circumstances.

Watch Night Service is another must do.  Jamaica has the greatest number of churches per capita in the world.  We are a religious people.  Greeting the New Year in church is not optional for the vast majority.

Fireworks displays run the gamut from playing with fire crackers and ‘star lights’ to the big display in Kingston Harbour.  This harbour is the seventh largest natural deep sea harbour of the world and on New Year’s Eve it becomes a pyrotechnic wonder on land, sea and air.

Not to be left out, we also do a swim.  Polar Bear it is not! Families and friends go to the beach on New Year’s Day and wash away the old year.  Ah, to be at the beach and splashing in the azure waters of the warm Caribbean Sea on New Year’s Day.

The Meander: I must confess that for a few years I went to a party, left and rushed to put on my choir robe for the Watch Night Service, quickly disrobe at its conclusion and went right back to the party.  I know a few friends reading this did exactly the same. Cheers! 

Channeling Jessye Norman

On hearing the news of Jessye Norman’s death I experienced a soft waft of regret similar to other such news of the passing of great women and men whom I admired.

But there was something a little more for this passing.

I love music, all kinds of music and among my fondest memories is  my grandmother and the 78 recording of Marian Anderson singing Ave Maria.  Her voice came from a gramophone record player with the name His Master’s Voice written on the case.  Here was my introduction to classical operatic singing.

Since my grandmother was a highly religious woman and a church organist to boot I thought His Master’s Voice was coming straight from the Master himself, God;  that if I could somehow get my voice onto the black disk turning on the gramophone I would begin to sound just like that.

I first met Jessie Norman through a televised BBC performance.  Just one look was all it took for me to fall in love.  The majesty, the presence, the grandeur, and then THAT VOICE!

Fast forward many years later and Bert and I had the privilege of attending a Jessie Norman concert with friends in Philadelphia.   There was thunderous applause at the dramatic entrance.   At the end there was a moment of complete silence before the audience stood giving repeated ovations.  We had been transported and needed that moment to regroup.  

Later still I was to work with a colleague who was actually a friend of Jessye Norman.  He was a gentle soul who gave me the ultimate compliment.  He told me I resembled Jessye Norman whenever I wore my hair up.  The ‘librarian’s bun’ became my ‘Jessye Norman do’.

As soon as I walked in he would exclaim: “Here comes Jessye Norman.”  I would laugh but I was immensely flattered too.

Then the ultimate Jessie Norman life experience occurred far from home.  My Bert and I were visiting his brother and a favourite niece and her family in Sweden.

  Alcohol is very expensive in Sweden but cheap in Denmark.  It is normal to see many Swedes crossing from Helsingborg, Sweden to Helsingor (Elsinore), Denmark a 20 minute ferry ride to pick up a supply of alcohol.

We decided to do the alcohol run accompanied by our niece and her husband.  It was a simple plan.  We would leave early, take the ferry over to Helsingor/Elsinore, have lunch there, go buy booze and get a ferry back.

Of course, I had to make the trip just a little bit more complicated.

Although we had been to Sweden and taken this ferry ride many times we had never visited Kronborg Castle, a major tourist attraction in Helsingor.  This literature student was going to correct that.  Kronborg Castle in Helsingor is Elsinore Castle.  Elsinore is the anglicized version of Helsingor and the home of Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Prince of Denmark.   Here was my chance to walk in Hamlet’s footsteps. Who knows, perhaps I would find a secluded rampart to quietly recite Hamlet’s soliloquy: “To be or not to be…” NOT!

Everyone agreed we would add a visit to Kronborg Castle.

We were standing on the ramparts looking over the moat on three sides of the castle when we noticed a Danish family in close but animated conversation looking over to our small group.  There was a mother and father, two children and two more adults all talking with an air of excitement, all looking over at us.

Finally, they approached and the man said: “Excuse me.  We are wondering if you are Jessye Norman.” I was flabbergasted.   For a moment I had no words. I am sure I stuttered as I explained I was not but was immensely flattered and considered it a special compliment.   I think I babbled. 

The girl said she thought I was Ms. Norman as I resembled her.  Then she told me they had gone to her concert that weekend in Copenhagen.

I told them I was a fan and we had a brief conversation before parting.  I walked on air the rest of the day.

That incident came immediately to mind when I heard of Jessye Norman’s passing.

I have been listening to her and have been grateful to an email buddy who sent me a playlist of her recordings and the BBC’s Hard Talk interview. 

I have been overdosing on all things Jessie Norman and decided to share my Bert’s favourite song Ave Maria with him. So with the help of You Tube we listened together.  He leaned forward to make the image clearer.

As Jessie Norman breathed the last notes, my Bert looked up, smiled at me and said: “She looks like you.”  

Well, case closed.

Here was another moment of joy.  My heart soared.

The meander:  I have just played the CD Spirituals in Concert with Jessye Norman and Kathleen Battle. I looked at the cover photo and with a bit of ego I thought well, maybe a little.  Then, as I listened to the singing, my soul was lifted. I breathed.  Music will do that to you. 

RIP Jessie Norman.  Your voice was indeed a heavenly gift.

The Dorians

Among the pleasures of travelling are meeting new people, seeing new sites, speaking in a different language or trying to do so, eating new and interesting delicacies, daring to do.

My Bert and I have made some wonderful friends from our years of travelling and we have mingled with some very interesting characters.

Dorians refer to two such fascinating persons.  It is not their real name but the characteristics they show put them in this exclusive category.

My first Dorian I met on The QEII, that venerable former flagship of the Cunard Line.  It is now sitting at a dock in Dubai awaiting a retrofit into a new seven star hotel.  A rebirth I may not live to see as plans are on hold as the owners are either stressed for cash and/or courting investors for the project.

On a cruise ship, or any ship for that matter, the Captain is the boss, the head honcho, a veritable god of all he surveys.  We passengers may be paying his salary but on board his or her vessel we are mere peons that must obey all orders of the great master.

We were on a world tour.  We would be spending 115 days on board the QEII.  We would experience two such exalted personnel, as we knew from experience that the Captain we meet on boarding the ship in New York would change places with another Captain in Sydney, Australia.

It was the Captain’s Welcome party.  We were in line for the official introduction to the Master of the ship.  The hostesses went down the line, asked your name(s), then you would be presented by name to his majestic awesomeness.

Remember this is the QEII.  Pomp and circumstance is a hallmark.  The British are champions at this.

It is our turn.  I look into this minor god and I try not to do a double take as I see before me a compact man, of medium height.   He had dark hair, blue eyes, was polished and adorned with so many medals and gold braid that there was a luminescent halo surrounding his entire frame.

All well and good but what distracted me was that he looked as if he could be my son.  How could one so young be Captain of this great ship?

He extended his hand said: “Welcome on board.”  I could not help it I looked right into his eyes and said: “Where do you keep your picture.”  He raised one eyebrow and with a calm insouciance and a devilish smile said: “It will be up to you to find it, but I assure you it will look the same.”  We laughed.

For the rest of his time on board it was our running joke.  There were plenty of opportunities to carry it on because as world cruisers the cocktail parties, dinners and opportunities to mingle with the Captain and ship’s officers were twice as many as for those who were doing cruise segments only.

When he had his farewell dinner we greeted each with slight regret that our inside joke was over.  In addition to the usual pat phrases of farewell he said: “You will have to ask Oscar where I keep the portrait.”  My answer: “I will keep on looking.  Oscar is too Wilde for me.”  There were quite a few in hearing distance who wondered what the heck we were talking about.

My next Dorian was again the boss of the luxury sailing yacht the Wind Surf.  This luxury cruiser was tiny compared to the QEll but no less grand with an intimate, relaxed, and marvelous ambiance. 

Prior to the official formal affair we were invited to a meet and greet hosted by the cruise director.  It would be an introduction to Windstar Cruises and this particular yacht. 

He was telling us about the sails being raised or lowered accompanied by music when a young man dressed in casual sailor’s whites came by.  Immediately the cruise director stopped his spiel, went over to the young man and said something to him.  He came back to the microphone and said:

“Ladies and gentlemen may I present the Master, Captain of our vessel.”  Well knock me down with a feather.  Master?  Captain?  The fellow behind me said: “They are hiring babies now.”

The Master took the microphone and his first words were: “First let me answer the question you all have in mind.  Yes, I am old enough to Captain this yacht.”   Everyone laughed.  You could see some of us including Bert trying to see the stripes to confirm he really was the Captain.   Another Dorian!

That night at the formal Captain’s welcome dinner  the young fellow was resplendent in his dress uniform,  medals flashing, epaulettes set just so.   I looked at him and sighed.   Despite his assurance he still looked too young to be our Captain.  Should I go looking for another hidden picture that was aging sight unseen?

I think all 295 passengers were on deck as our Captain docked at Santorini.  He had to parallel park our vessel in between two much larger vessels.  We were holding our breaths in trepidation when we saw where he had to go.  We wondered if we should go for our life jackets.

He made it in one maneuver.  He lined up the yacht perfectly in the middle.  He erased any doubts that were left of his capabilities.  A spontaneous cheer went up.

The Meander: My Bert and I have been to all corners of the world.  We have seen the touristy sites and wandered along paths less travelled.   We have been blessed.  I have so many travel stories but the ones that stay uppermost are the ones about the people we have met.   The Dorians are etched on the canvass of my mind.

Deck Encounter

We sat on deck, looking out on a calm sea that shimmered in the moonlight.

We were six, two couples plus a mother and adult son.  We had met on a cruise eight years before and we had been travelling together ever since.

We were a compatible lot and conversation never lagged.

This night was the Captain’s welcome reception and dinner.  We had all dressed up, joined the line to meet the Captain, drank the champagne and had a very nice dinner. 

We sighed in contentment. 

We were rehashing the jokes of the entertainer, a comedian, who was quite good when a young man came in sight.   Wow!

He was tall, dark, and handsome with full sensuous lips, deep blue eyes, a high forehead from which his hair fell in soft waves to his shoulders.  Yes, all the clichéd descriptions of the hero one could find in Mills and Boon and Harlequin romance novels were rolled into one eye-popping package and walking towards us.  He was the epitome of male pulchritude.

“Oooh! I would never say no to any request from this one!” Pat remarked sotto voce.

“MOTHER!” exclaimed Francis in such a shocked voice we all burst into laughter.

The young man turned and said: “That must have been a good one.”   With uncharacteristic boldness I said: “Come over and join us and we will share it with you.”

“Thanks, I will.”  He pulled out a chair came over and said: “Hi, I am Sean.”

We introduced ourselves.  Gary, the only smoker in our group had noticed the cigarette case Sean had pocketed before he accepted our invitation.  He suggested they have a smoke.

Sean accepted and he and Gary moved closer to the rail and ashtrays.    We surmised Sean had come out for air and a smoke before returning to his date/fiancée/wife/partner.

Cigarette done, Penny, Gary’s wife told Sean about our plans to go listen to the Jazz trio in the Piano Bar.  She invited him to join us.

There was a slight hesitation before Sean confirmed he was waiting for someone but maybe they would accompany us to the Piano bar also, if we did not mind.

Pat, our master of sotto voce whispered to Penny: “I should have known that someone who looks like that would be not alone.”   It was said with such a mixture of regret, desire and a hint of peevishness that Francis uttered a groan.   

The conversation flowed and then Sean told us he was waiting for his parents.  He explained that they all had early dinner together but his parents liked to go to relax with a cocktail before catching the later show.  He was quite happy with that arrangement because then his mother could pretend he did not smoke and he could have a cigarette without her telling him what a nasty habit it was.

“I am with your mother.  Gary is the only smoker in our group and he gets the ‘nasty habit’ lecture on a daily basis even from the former smokers here.”

He smiled and said: “Well, then if you tell me not to smoke, I won’t.”

Before I could reply, a door opened and the first people coming from the late show drifted towards our corner.  Sean got up, went towards the door and said:”They’re coming.”

He looked downwards, we looked up.

Coming towards us was the most striking couple.

Little people.  Very   Little   People.

Both were resplendent in their formal wear.  Both had the biggest smile when they saw Sean. Sean bent down, hugged both and said: “Mum and Dad, I want to introduce you to some people.”  They came forward hands held out.

“Hello, I am Mary and this is Hector, my husband.  You have met our son Sean.  I bet he was out here grabbing a smoke.  Nasty habit that.”

How gracious and how adroitly she had put us at ease.  Yet, we could not help it; we gaped even as we smiled.  I looked up at Sean and looked down at his parents in wonder.  I knelt, opened my arms and hugged them.  I was immediately embarrassed.  I thought I had committed a faux pas that I should not have done that.  As usual my Bert came to my rescue as he said: ‘”Don’t mind her.  She is a hugger.”

 “That she is,” said Penny.

“So are we,” said Hector.  He and Mary were so gracious. They hugged back.

The moment passed. We moved to the Piano Bar.

The Meander:  I have often said that our travel experiences have been so varied that should I write them all out I would need to create a number of books.  One would be about the people we have met.  Sean was 6ft 4 inches tall.  His Mom was 3ft 8 inches and his dad 3ft 11 inches.   They taught us so much!

I will not forget the sight of Sean dancing with his Mum.

We were shipboard companions only and after that just ships that passed in the night.  It is often like that, but for a moment in time the stars aligned to hand us a remarkable travel story.