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Zoe, Barry, Sarah and Me at the Tower of London

Sarah and I had a wonderful cruise down the Danube. And now that I've actually done it, I can check that off my bucket list. On the one hand, it was great being with Sarah for a week. We saw the sights, played rummy 500, met some nice people, ate lots of delicious food. Steve and I had a plan to do this cruise in 2020, then covid hit and we were cancelled. When covid ended, it seemed a river cruise was no longer possible for him. In truth, and in hind sight, a river cruise would not ever have been Steve's choice at any stage in his life. He was my live in travel guide, loved planning the places we'd go and the things we'd see. I so enjoyed those rides with him.

Seeing London through my granddaughter Zoe's eyes was great fun. She knows the best restaurants, train schedules, bus stops - you name it, she's on it. In 2015, Steve and I took her and her cousin Mackenzie to London and Scotland for a couple of weeks. We visited Blenheim Palace (Churchill's home), the tower of London where the jewels are kept, the Black Bitch Tavern where Steve and I had lunch in 1966. And so much more. The world has a different shape and texture when seen through a grandchild's eyes.

Now that I'm home with a bit of a cough and cold, I'm ready to settle in for a Wisconsin winter, stay close to my comfortable apartment and see friends. The next place I visit has to have sunshine, ocean waters, a beach, maybe a pool and nearby restaurants where I can relax and work on my novel. One thing I know for sure, my days of traveling alone are over. I've come to accept that travel with a daughter, son, grandchild or friend is always more fun and safer!

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