The difficult moment as a travel writer: Do I write about the negatives?
Yes, travel is wonderful. It opens you up to all new experiences and horizons and ideas and people. But it’s difficult—no coincidence the root of travel is the same as that for travail—and how much of that should I write about?
But you see, this trip is nothing like what I expected.
A ditch. A root. An ax.
I won.
Because the wi-fi is fairly weak, I’ve been posting quick updates on my Facebook page rather than wrestle things onto my blog. Even if you don’t have Facebook, you can check it out!
Quick note to let everyone know I arrived safely at my destination. It’s gorgeous, with a dozen ducks and a dozen hens wandering around, sheep in the pastures, and a gently bubbling spring filtering down the hill to our kitchen spigot.
I sheared a sheep when I got in, and then tagged two dozen ears.
Not bad on severe jetlag and about two hours’ sleep.
one of those hours’ sleep was using my laptop bag as a pillow. ive had better ideas.
I’m waiting for my coffee to cool down in my favorite local shop and—temporarily not on the go—my brain has a chance to reflect.
I purposely chose an angle without people so I’m not labeled a creeper. it really does get fairly busy here.
Tweet! Tweet!
I’m on Twitter @BeccaInTransit!
Chatty little woodpecker outside my window. Different kind of tweet.
Today, my BeFF went to Pittsburgh to pick up a new saxophone, and she invited me to tag along. I was up for a trip, and she has the Hamilton soundtrack, so I took her up on the offer.
This isn’t a narrative, just a few oddities and curiosities I snapped on my phone while we were out along the Monongahela. Enjoy.
Two weeks from now, I’ll be on a flight headed for Scotland. While you all know about my plans to WWOOF while I’m there, that’s only part of the story. WWOOFing gives me a chance to stay in one place and get to know the local culture in Moray, but let’s face it—I’m also gonna be a tourist!
Becca In Transit 