Wow, the silhouette looks almost like me with my hair pulled back, and, I guess, I truly like the idea of being without a face, for now. I mean do I really want anyone to track me on this adventure of a lifetime, knowing too much information? Guess that depends on what I offer to you, my friends. Just an old wanna be babe of 51 trying to live, and know she can do it on her own, one more time. My good friend has convinced me to write this blog, and I truly question this as good, solid advice. Yet, I have learned that realistically, and absolutely, this is my own doing, so I can't blame anyone else. I have always been my own best instigator.






One month, and a week is all I have left before I begin my travels through Italy, France and Spain, partially on a cullinary adventure, and a free for all. I am one of those who runs around in circles trying to accomplish something, trying to get ready for the trip, anything, and everything, without thinking about new found freedom and choices. I choose salami, chocolate, a new night life where you don't have to drive, and can mingle to your hearts content, fulfill all your cravings, culture, adventure, and to meet people of all ages from different countries, with obscure tastes. It all sounds Disney like to me. Yet I am ready to conform, and let life begin anew. Of course a few glasses of vino will insist you do this, and for now I am a willing participant, just allowing myself to think about it all, and of course practicing for the future.