Glancing out the airplane window right now, as the snow covered mountains of the Western United States are segueing into the Grand Canyon that is being continuously carved and reshaped by the Colorado River, I find myself thinking, “Wow. This is gorgeous but this plane can not be flown fast enough for me tonight”. The assault of colors…from blindingly white snow to soft hues of oranges and browns and reds combine with the blue of the river below and the sky I am surrounded by at 40,000 . I often am humbled and marvel at what a staggeringly beautiful country these United States are. How lucky and blessed am I? I know. I know. I am grateful. Truly. But it’s Christmas Eve and I’m heading home to my hometown and my favorite place for the Christmas holiday season. New York City. As much as I love seeing all the beauty below me, above me and around me, there's no place like home. We land. We can't taxi to the gate fast enough. I can't explain it but I want to be home. Home i
....where taking the road less traveled IS the goal. The around-the-world travel experiences of Mom Estelle and daughter Estelle...yes, the two Estelles :)