Tuesday, September 4, 2012
In my new world order, a successful trip is one in which no one got sick or hurt. It is about having survived treacherous road conditions on the hair-pin slopes of Italy. It is about managing to navigate with a lady who only spoke Italian—until we got home. It is about tolerating less than ideal conditions and meals that showed no signs of varying. It is about being sneezed on by 137 people and not getting sick.
It is also about exploring new places and seeing sights and vistas never before imagined. That is what travel is all about. And we lived to tell the tales. It's all good.
More tomorrow, especially about relativity. So good to be back in the US of A. Don't let the politicians fool you. We rock! In our weakest moments, we are stronger than other countries in their strongest hours. That, my friends, is a fact.
Bye For Now,