Nomad leaves New York City bound for PARIS

Sunny San Diego California now claims Passionate Nomad. Body said sun so here I am with my fanny on a chair writing.

I’m Back in the US!! The Passionate Nomad’s stationary again.

The view from my $24/night dorm!

How great it feels to be in the US. I’m not a flag waver, just grateful to be with my fellow Americans again. Yes, I know it’s been nearly a year since my last post, but now I have a new focus after my germination period in Delhi, India and Geneva, Switzerland. In August 2009 when the euro shot up and the dollar slid down it was bail- out time so off to India, a country I enjoy and admire. More stories about India later. Afterwards Geneva and a large anglophone writing conference supplied more focus.

Even the air controllers stike in France doesn’t stop me. A day before my departure on February 24th I hop on a bus to the Geneva airport. A kind Air France guy finds a flight replacing my cancelled Geneva to Paris flight.  At check in a crisp looking attendant looks at my flight info and she says,

“The seat listed on your itineray is not available. It’s reserved for children not accompanied by an adult.”

“I feel like that somedays,” I grin and she also smiles in recognition. A rare happening where humor translates from one culture to another.

Now my goal is to place my fanny on a chair and write, a chair that does not move every few days or few months. This moving about was necessary for doing research around the globe and living modestly.

So each day I’m commited to do a blog post and  write a certain number of words, not pages. The pros tell me lots of dialogue necessary to keep people awake and reading and away from making tortillas in the kitchen. Since dialogue fills page space with fewer words, it’s words, not pages, that you count. As soon as I figure out the right number of words I need to write each day I’ll commit them to you.

I’m passionate about sharing the benefits we’ve gained from these French Protestants, or Huguenots, who left their homes to carry their message to safer countries. And I want to share my own new freedom as I a single woman in her seventies take to the road  to follow them. It’s exciting in spite of doubts to push back  limits of time, space, place, money, age, home and possessions. I find such goodness wherever I am.

Please write and let me know what you’re thinking.

Rhea