Feeling sting rays slide between my ankles in Grand Cayman...
...then snuggling with my hubby in a hammock at Rum Point.

Making friends with a Brit while traveling solo on a train in England--he late took me on a complete tour of my "God's Country": Canterbury, and we later hung out with his friends in a pub. The whole day and evening were most fun!

Kissing my husband in the middle of the sidewalk on Bourbon Stree--downright dirty PDA, totally without a care in the world.

Seeing the city sprawled beneath me from the top of the Empire State Building for the first time.

Ahhh...can't wait for my next vacation!

Riding for the first time, up and down the streets of San Francisco in a cable car with good friends the last night of our vacation on a perfectly beautiful night

Um, can we get back to the part where Al LaCarte mugged someone?

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Coming upon Mont St. Michele in France in the late afternoon, what an absolutely awesome haunting vision.

- Driving through Rocky Mt Nat'l Park. There's a spot where there's a line of three peaks in a line that really got me.

- Having a bear stick his head all the way into the car window when I was a kid in Yellowstone. That was sort of a "wow, I'm glad I'm still here" moment.

- Driving through the town of Hunedoara, Romania; weaving through and suddenly coming up on the giant Gothic Corvin Castle with turrets and a stream wrapped around it. Completely empty of tourists, like it was our own castle to explore.

- Coming round the bend on the Dingle Peninsula in Ireland out to the point at Slea Head. Feels like it's one of the ends of the earth.

- Dusk in the city park in Bendigo, Victoria Australia. All these ring tail possums (cute marsupial critters, nothing like N. American possums) come out of the trees everywhere and gather round, being persuaded to take banana pieces from our fingers.

- Oddly enough, I was really surprised that this country born guy fell for Greenwich Village just last weekend. Wow, I had no idea how much I'd like the place.

Stepping out of the tunnel to the stands at Fenway and seeing the field for the first time.

In Portugal, riding in a taxi from Lisbon to Cascais along the water when we spotted my husbands submarine on the surface.

My first sight of the Eiffel Tower, even larger than I had imagined.

Driving into Edinburgh. It just had this feeling like it could not possibly be real.

The views from almost any peak after hiking.

Oh Lorrieishere, I forgot about that one. Yours gave me goose pimples.

I remember the day Nellie Fox signed my baseball and let me run the bases at Old Cosmisky before a home game batting practice. It's all coupled now with the last firework display at Old Comisky, as well as stepping over the old "home plate" when walking from the parking lot to the new park, the first time.
Now I see it that plaque in the asphalt, but can just step on it without much notice.

What I remember about that last night so well really is not the terrific fireworks that went on and on, but is my youngest sitting in the stands and not wanting to leave. And it being so quiet, yet being cheek to jowl packed in but with nobody moving toward the exits.

I saw the sunset at a hilly area overlooking both vineyards and ancient cave dwellings in Cappadocia, Turkey. That was pretty amazing.

Saw the sun rise while my bus was on a ferry boat between Izmir and Istanbul on that trip too.

I once accidentally ended up on a ferry boat across the Mississippi in Louisiana and felt like there was no more perfect place on earth.

Snorkeling at Honolua Bay in Maui was amazing.

Watching my kids play on the beach...any beach...is always a joy.

After planning a family trip out west for months ~ having my 16 year old son stand with me at the edge of the Dead Horse State Park while we see the Colorado river below for the very first time. He turns to me and says "Wow, Mom, good choice."