I’m a traveler, a mother, a seeker, creator, an adventurer, a friend and much much more… I’m still the child I write about in my introduction blog (it’s in the DNA }, enjoying this journey called life! I was born in England and grew up with all her traditions and irreverence that my rich heritage offers and moved to America for success and exploration.  I traveled more than most as a child. My parents believed travel was the best education they could give me, along with a suitcase of memories that would stay in my heart  forever! They were correct, I have done the same with my children. We’ve traveled on many adventures, action packed and lazy ones. The experiences they and I have had has opened us up to other cultures, ways of thinking and doing things. We’ve enjoyed beauty, culinary delights, simple pleasures all through the experiences of travel. I want to share the world with my readers with an open, comical perspective. Through travel we can connect with another person even if we don’t speak their language…  Let’s face it, half of my adopted country doesn’t speak mine… otherwise known as the Queen’s English… ha ha

It’s in the DNA

I had two nick names as a kid …”fidget and Do Do”…why…fidget ,because I couldn’t keep still and do do because I walked around reciting “me do …do…I want to do that!” My desire for Independence,knowledge and adventure was truly demonstrated though by the fact I was a notorious explorer as a toddler…much to my families despair. My parents would tell stories of how they used to have weekly search parties out scouring the streets of  London, hunting for me.I would venture out through the back yard garage [otherwise known as a garden in my motherland] with  my companion Danny the Dog. Luckily I was always smart enough at age 4 to take the dog with me ….or on hindsight being child’s best friend the dog was smart enough to follow me…and in turn my parents were smart enough to put a name/ address  tag on my dogs collar.Why they didn’t put one on me makes me wonder,but those were the days when parents didn’t hover over their children and let’s face it ,I’m English …so the dog was far more important!! The truth is I loved being out in the big World,I didn’t want to be confined to my Garden with flower beds of prickly roses and a stone gnome and I certainly didn’t want to wear those leather reins that they’d strap around my chest ..I wasn’t a horse for gods sake ,another favourite of the Brits.I’d even seen the movie “Yellow Submarine” by age 4 so I knew there was more out there and some pretty colorful outfits and songs for me to sing too!! I liked the freedom of exploring,meeting new people who always seemed to be very friendly and helpful to a 4 year old who could only speak double dutch and her trusty dog…a giant king Charles spaniel,well I thought Danny was huge,only being a 36inch high kid..

I never had to find my way home ..somehow between my dog,the big chatty people or those lovely men called Bobbie dressed in blue wearing Noddy [pointy]hats,I’d make it home ,much to my parents chagrin . My mother always swore [embarrassing woman ]that I have a very protective group of guardian angels looking after me .I have to say ,thankfully she was right ..because I can assure you ,without them I wouldn’t be here today…and I’m happy to report that they are still standing right beside me laughing and protecting me as I continue on my life’s journey , to venture out into this amazing planet we live on . until my next flight folks love and laughter with a heart full of adventure Diane.