Favorite travel memory...
Jan 21st, 2020, 05:28 AM
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Many...
- Traveling with my parents from Los Angeles to New York City when I was eight. It was October, and I was overwhelmed with the cold air, the smells, the sounds, everything...
- Standing on the frozen Arctic Ocean on one of my first trips to Alaska.
- Walking through Princes Street Gardens in the fog on one of my first mornings in Edinburgh, watching the castle emerge through the mist.
- Meandering through the Grand Bazaar in Isfahan, Iran.
- Sailing at last light under the Golden Gate Bridge after crossing the Pacific on a freighter.
- Traveling with my parents from Los Angeles to New York City when I was eight. It was October, and I was overwhelmed with the cold air, the smells, the sounds, everything...
- Standing on the frozen Arctic Ocean on one of my first trips to Alaska.
- Walking through Princes Street Gardens in the fog on one of my first mornings in Edinburgh, watching the castle emerge through the mist.
- Meandering through the Grand Bazaar in Isfahan, Iran.
- Sailing at last light under the Golden Gate Bridge after crossing the Pacific on a freighter.
Jan 21st, 2020, 05:32 AM
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That is wonderful, OO. I have not heard it. I loved your story.
I love the first time and last time I see her on each trip. If taking a taxi in from the train station, I take a shaky video out the window. On my last morning, I always go to see her and to light two candles if the line is not too long. If it is, I go to another church. Usually the one next to Le Bonaparte.
One of my favorite memories is taking photos of my first night (on a return trip) around Le Bonaparte and taking a photo of a dog being walked. When I posted it on FB, you commented about the shop and I returned when it was open to buy a tapesty pillowcase. On my Easter trip last year, the shop was closed and I was sad. But when I was in Sainte-Chapelle, I glanced at the gift shop and there was a Jules Pansu pillowcase! I bought a rabbit pillowcase as my souvenir that year. Every time I walk that street and every time I look at my pillows from Paris, I think of you.
I love the first time and last time I see her on each trip. If taking a taxi in from the train station, I take a shaky video out the window. On my last morning, I always go to see her and to light two candles if the line is not too long. If it is, I go to another church. Usually the one next to Le Bonaparte.
One of my favorite memories is taking photos of my first night (on a return trip) around Le Bonaparte and taking a photo of a dog being walked. When I posted it on FB, you commented about the shop and I returned when it was open to buy a tapesty pillowcase. On my Easter trip last year, the shop was closed and I was sad. But when I was in Sainte-Chapelle, I glanced at the gift shop and there was a Jules Pansu pillowcase! I bought a rabbit pillowcase as my souvenir that year. Every time I walk that street and every time I look at my pillows from Paris, I think of you.
Jan 21st, 2020, 05:42 AM
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April 2001 standing inside the Great Pyramid with husband, 11 and 15 year old kids. Something spiritual came over me - the history, the spirits, the power. Never felt anything like that before or since.
Jan 21st, 2020, 10:56 AM
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Nice memory Starrs, and one we share fondly! The pillow in the window that drew me in was a tapestry featuring a large red apple, and the words, “Ceci n’est pas une pomme” which appealed to my sometimes weird sense of humor. It’s not what I bought, but love it too. It’s a great shop and I’m so glad you went back! It is without a doubt my all time favorite souvenir, and still makes me smile every time I make the bed.
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Jan 22nd, 2020, 08:10 AM
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In Moscow, just prior to the dissolution of the Soviet Union at the offices of the Government Oil Company which is just across the river from the Kremlin. Stepped out to wait for the driver and looked across at the Kremlin with snow flakes the size of basketballs and could not believe that I was actually there with the "evil empire"
Jan 22nd, 2020, 05:01 PM
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Great topic.
We were on the Star Princess in the Baltic in June, 2007, white nights. One night around 0230 we were having drinks at the bar all the way astern up around the 16 th deck and looking at the horizon you could see the break between night ending and daybreak beginning.
We were on the Star Princess in the Baltic in June, 2007, white nights. One night around 0230 we were having drinks at the bar all the way astern up around the 16 th deck and looking at the horizon you could see the break between night ending and daybreak beginning.
Jan 24th, 2020, 04:47 AM
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We were in Israel for both their Memorial Day and their Independence Day. The entire trip was incredible, however, on each of these days a siren is sounded and everything just stops. The siren is heard all over the country and lasts for one minute, during which Israelis stop everything, including driving on highways, and stand in silence, commemorating the fallen and showing respect. It was an amazing experience.
Jan 27th, 2020, 11:53 PM
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It's really odd that what I can clearly remember is the one where I experienced an extreme fear and it's none other than my first flight experience lol! I am getting used to it now since I always travel solo.
Feb 16th, 2020, 04:03 AM
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1) How I stood in awe when I first saw the temple complexes of Luxor and Karnak. So Huge, and to know that mankind built these around 2000-1700 BC.
2) Maybe not a favorite, but one I will never forget. The happiness in the eyes of our security guard in our resort in Kenya (1996) when my husband gave him three pairs of Nike socks. How such a small thing can make a huge difference to someone who has so little.
2) Maybe not a favorite, but one I will never forget. The happiness in the eyes of our security guard in our resort in Kenya (1996) when my husband gave him three pairs of Nike socks. How such a small thing can make a huge difference to someone who has so little.
Aug 10th, 2021, 12:25 AM
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I picked up a group of 10 Italians at Danang airport then transfered to Hoian old town (30km south of Danang) in the evening in 2018 in the rainy season. The hotel they stayed was on the other side of Hoian center. By the time they arrived in the hotel, the flood water near leveled up the stairs at the lobby. The next morning when I came to pick up for tour, i was shocked as I could not reach the hotel as the flooding water was everywhere. I tried to call travel agent many times and I eventually hired a small boat to transport all of them step by step to stay in Danang. It was my sweet memory of being a guide.
Aug 10th, 2021, 11:47 AM
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Attending the Christmas Eve service at Westminster Abbey.
Walking outside of our Shanghai hotel at 6 am to see many elderly locals ball room dancing in the park across the street.
The first time I saw the snow capped Alps from our balcony.
My first view of the Pyramids from our hotel room right after we arrived in Cairo.
Attending the traditional Sunday Animal Market in Kashgar,Xinjiang Province, China.
Walking outside of our Shanghai hotel at 6 am to see many elderly locals ball room dancing in the park across the street.
The first time I saw the snow capped Alps from our balcony.
My first view of the Pyramids from our hotel room right after we arrived in Cairo.
Attending the traditional Sunday Animal Market in Kashgar,Xinjiang Province, China.
Aug 18th, 2021, 10:58 PM
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Aug 19th, 2021, 06:50 AM
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After some mental trolling through the past I think I've finally chosen my favorite travel memory: watching fireworks on Bastille Day in the meadow next to a small restaurant/inn in the Burgundy hamlet of Bouilland. The fireworks were courtesy of the chef/owner, who joined us for the celebration. The cows weren't bothered at all, nor were the sheep. It was a magical time.
Sep 18th, 2021, 09:09 AM
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Oh Gosh Gwen. What a terrific idea for a post, especially during these trying times (crying times?--editor). Yeah, choosing just two is hard. So I'll just start with a travel memory which we actually listened to this morn.
As mentioned before, we finally got around to arranging for a tech outfit to digitize our entire travel audio collection. Mrs Z and I were once in the habit of bringing not just journals, cameras and art supplies, but also a tape recorder. We recorded all manner of sounds in a great range of nations.
So one of our fave memories was a Sahara jam session in the remote Egyptian oasis of 'Farfara' near the Libyan border. We played, danced and sang along with a tribal troupe of Bedu players, all of us cavorting by a bonfire. Songs included 'Manjana' ('he isn't coming'), the 'Wedding Song' plus 'Haila Ho' ('pull together and try harder'). The nay player was especially talented and hearing his skill again today sent a rush up our spines. I was on a darbookah hand-drum back then in '93 and propelled the jam into also adding 'The Immigrant Song', one of my fave beats.
A ton of extra-curricular activity surrounded that wonderful night, but all that will wait for some other post.
I am done. the musical memories
As mentioned before, we finally got around to arranging for a tech outfit to digitize our entire travel audio collection. Mrs Z and I were once in the habit of bringing not just journals, cameras and art supplies, but also a tape recorder. We recorded all manner of sounds in a great range of nations.
So one of our fave memories was a Sahara jam session in the remote Egyptian oasis of 'Farfara' near the Libyan border. We played, danced and sang along with a tribal troupe of Bedu players, all of us cavorting by a bonfire. Songs included 'Manjana' ('he isn't coming'), the 'Wedding Song' plus 'Haila Ho' ('pull together and try harder'). The nay player was especially talented and hearing his skill again today sent a rush up our spines. I was on a darbookah hand-drum back then in '93 and propelled the jam into also adding 'The Immigrant Song', one of my fave beats.
A ton of extra-curricular activity surrounded that wonderful night, but all that will wait for some other post.
I am done. the musical memories
Sep 18th, 2021, 09:18 AM
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Numero deux
We tend not to go for corny souvenirs while traveling, but one such exception serves as our second Fave Travel Memory. In Capetown 16 years ago, we posed for a pair of those silly digitized photos. You know the kind, Photo-Shopped images that make one appear as though they are say, about to barrel over Niagara Falls or whatever other improbable scenario.
Ours were: a) Mrs Z on the ground being licked by a friendly leopard and b) a hapless me pointing my Nikon at a Great White Shark as it rips through my small rowboat.
I am done. les deux
We tend not to go for corny souvenirs while traveling, but one such exception serves as our second Fave Travel Memory. In Capetown 16 years ago, we posed for a pair of those silly digitized photos. You know the kind, Photo-Shopped images that make one appear as though they are say, about to barrel over Niagara Falls or whatever other improbable scenario.
Ours were: a) Mrs Z on the ground being licked by a friendly leopard and b) a hapless me pointing my Nikon at a Great White Shark as it rips through my small rowboat.
I am done. les deux
Sep 18th, 2021, 03:35 PM
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Two memories, both in Florence, Italy.
1. A man in a beautiful camel colored suit, riding a bike through the crowd near the Mercato Centrale with one arm raised in the air holding a flat of eggs. I was in awe.
2. Also in Florence, being recognized, called to, and receiving a hug from two women who owned the pensione we had stayed in a couple of times on previous trips (we rented a house outside of town this trip) (Pensione Teti, anyone?). This was the best thing ever!
1. A man in a beautiful camel colored suit, riding a bike through the crowd near the Mercato Centrale with one arm raised in the air holding a flat of eggs. I was in awe.
2. Also in Florence, being recognized, called to, and receiving a hug from two women who owned the pensione we had stayed in a couple of times on previous trips (we rented a house outside of town this trip) (Pensione Teti, anyone?). This was the best thing ever!
Sep 19th, 2021, 05:44 AM
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I have many wonderful travel memories.
My sister and I were just talking about one the other day.
We were in Jordan and I commented how strange it was that we were sitting in Jordan, eating Chinese food, while looking across the Dead Sea at Jericho.
That whole trip was filled with great memories.
My sister and I were just talking about one the other day.
We were in Jordan and I commented how strange it was that we were sitting in Jordan, eating Chinese food, while looking across the Dead Sea at Jericho.
That whole trip was filled with great memories.
