Tag Archives: Travel

We Got Tipplers, We Got Boozers

Posted on 20 March 2013 by Isabel Gibson

The third of eight observations on a recent Caribbean cruise. On this first sea day, the schedule includes what seems an odd assortment of entertainment: two-hour glass-blowing demonstrations by Corning staff, live music sets by an a cappella group, and … Continue reading →

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We Got Walkers, We Got Joggers. We Got Cursed Lollygaggers.

Posted on 17 March 2013 by Isabel Gibson

The second of eight observations on a recent Caribbean cruise. Good news! It is the morrow, food is still being proffered, and we are making headway on cataloguing our environment, even if we don’t entirely understand it yet. One must … Continue reading →

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We Got Tanners, We Got Burners

Posted on 13 March 2013 by Isabel Gibson

The first of eight observations on a recent Caribbean cruise, with apologies to Toby Keith. We got winners, we got losers Chain smokers and boozers And we got yuppies, we got bikers We got thirsty hitchhikers And the girls next … Continue reading →

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Sweet Corn, Green Onions

Posted on 23 January 2013 by Isabel Gibson

One of a miscellany of short observations from a trip to Scotland. The sandwiches today are tuna with sweet corn. The Lady of the house — literally, she being married to a Lord — is briefing us on today’s options. … Continue reading →

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If Not Now, When?

Posted on 16 January 2013 by Isabel Gibson

One of a miscellany of short observations from a trip to Scotland. Is that footsteps? I stop moving, thereby quieting the noise from my feet, but my breathing won’t get with the program. I listen as intently as I can … Continue reading →

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Are Things Getting Blurry in Here?

Posted on 09 January 2013 by Isabel Gibson

One of a miscellany of short observations from a trip to Scotland. Heading out the front door in a blur, I make the mistake of looking in the narrow antique mirror placed there by some decorating maniac. Now, there’s a … Continue reading →

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Those Pesky Victorians

Posted on 02 December 2012 by Isabel Gibson

Elizabethans? No that won’t work: already taken. Georgians? No, that won’t work, even though some say that Prince Charles will choose to become George VII, if and when: it disregards 60-plus years of intervening history from Bertie to Charlie, and … Continue reading →

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If You Can’t Stand the Answer

Posted on 21 November 2012 by Isabel Gibson

One of a miscellany of short observations from a trip to Scotland. That’s a great tit. I try not to startle: the young man beside me is not looking at me (Go figure!), he’s staring at the bird feeder that … Continue reading →

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Keep Your Distance

Posted on 14 November 2012 by Isabel Gibson

One of a miscellany of short observations from a trip to Scotland. Psst! Does ‘mean’ mean ‘cheap’? Listing to his left, the psst-ing American to my right is being thoughtful, not rude. Our host, the umpteenth baronet of something-or-other, is … Continue reading →

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