Planes, Trains and Orthotics: A Middle-Age Woman's Guide to Travel

Over the last few days, I have learned so much about wine. To be honest though, the bar was pretty low for me from the start. Before I got in this ship, I knew that there were three types of wine: red, rose and white; I knew that I preferred red to white, but not in the summer; I liked Cabernet over Merlot and I love Italian wines but I think they have the edge only because my grandparents came from Italy—none of whom were in the wine business. That’s pretty much it.  When my sister and brother-in-law, who know a great deal about wine, told us that they were going on a wine cruise, we thought that this would be a very different type of vacation for us.  We were right.  What we didn’t know was that nearly everyone on the ship are somewhere between wine experts and enthusiastic drinkers.  It became clear almost immediately that Bob and I were, at best, remedial wine drinkers. Besides visiting crumbling abbeys thanks to the French Revolution, I have spent a good portion...

 Yesterday, we arrived at the ship but we have yet to take off, in order for us to enjoy the city of Lyon, the foodie capital of France. (As if we need more reason to eat). There are only 104 people on the ship, giving it an intimate feel and making it easier for a person like me to chit-chat at least once with almost everyone! This morning Bob and I went on a walking tour of this fascinating city.  While I knew a lot about Lyon’s pivotal role in the French Resistance thanks to the many, many historical fiction novels I have read about World War II and again, thanks to what I now realize was an excellent World History teacher I had in 9th grade. I did not know that it was the silk capital for hundreds of years and that the first organized labor attempts took place in Lyon.  I also had no idea just how hilly the city is and along with its streets and streets of cobblestones, the ibuprofen will no doubt be making a guest appearance later. When visiting another country, I tr...

 First, thanks to all from far and wide, who reached out to see whether or not I was able to get on the plane due to a one-letter misspelling of my middle name.  This time, the “I” did not have it! To be honest, fixing my ticket took less than a minute—it was waiting on the line with the people in front of me who clearly had bigger issues than one rogue letter.  It’s a good thing that we were at the airport 3 1/2 hours before the flight—just in case.  I was ensured that the problem was fixed for our return flight which means I will start to worry the day before we leave for home instead of two or three days before.  While the majority of this vacation will be spent on the wine cruise, our tour operator, AMA Waterways included three days before the cruise in Geneva, Switzerland. Neither my sister, brother-in-law nor I had ever been to this city, the second largest in Switzerland. Bob had been here once for business, but since arriving yesterday, he said nothing l...

 I usually begin the first blog of one of my journeys focused on providing a recent medical update, usually regarding the travails of my aging feet and/or sore knees and/or what I have packed to ensure that I am taking advantage of the ever-narrowing “window of opportunity” to not dress like an old lady while traveling.  The initial focus of this blog is a little different. The good news is that in two days, my husband, Bob and I are leaving for a wine cruise with my sister and brother-in-law up the Saone River in southeastern France. (No, it’s not a “Viking” cruise for all of my fellow PBS fans, but one of its competitors). The bad news is that up until Wednesday, we weren’t sure we would be able to go because Bob has been quite sick for nearly a month.  In describing Bob’s medical problem, I will do my best not to completely violate the “Health Insurance Portability and Accountability Act of 1996,” or HIPAA. Bob feels I don’t take this law seriously because since becomi...