
Nothing like a spontaneous road-trip cross country. (This post needs a sound track. Cue “Life is a Highway, I want to ride it”) This is my fifth trip cross-country in two years, all in this beautiful Toyota 4Runner. I can’t say enough good things about this sweet ride.
I made a command decision on Tuesday afternoon to depart early Wednesday and drive from Virginia Beach to Malibu. The plan was basic – drive approximately 2,500 miles and arrive in California by Sunday. Like all big tasks, broken in smaller pieces, it doesn’t seem so big; drive about 500 miles a day for 5 consecutive days. The way it actually unfolded wasn’t far from that with variations to spend a little time at certain places along the way. America is such a beautiful country full of interesting, good people that I freely welcome an opportunity to explore more of it.
First night—Nashville, Tennessee (Cue “Tennessee Whiskey” with Chris Stapleton & Justin Timberlake)

(This photo was actually taken a couple years ago because I didn’t get a good shot this time.)
Leaving Nashville early the next morning, I headed for Memphis which is on the Mississippi River. Halfway across the river, Tennessee ends and Arkansas begins.
I rolled right through Arkansas passing countless billboards for barbecue restaurants. Not the easiest place for a pescatarian to find lunch.
Second night—Oklahoma City, Oklahoma (Cue “God Bless America”). The Murrah Federal Building Memorial is so touching. A description of the memorial indicates that the wall at the entrance is engraved with the time “9:01” because that was the last moment of peace before the explosion on April 19, 1995 that took 168 innocent lives including 19 children under six. The wall at the far end is engraved with “9:03” because that’s when the healing began.
The field of empty chairs, each one with a name for a victim, small chairs for the children, always brings me to tears. It’s hard to understand the senseless violence.

Driving through Oklahoma offers a panorama of fields, cattle, and windmills. (Cue Dixie Chicks “Wide Open Spaces, room to make a big mistake.”) This landscape continues through Texas. Driving through the Lone Star State there are acres and acres of cattle and holding pens. Again, Texas is no place for a vegetarian. The landscape begins to look dry and more like desert near the New Mexico border.

I always feel a special connection to the Southwest. Rather than feeling road-weary, when I reach New Mexico I’m inevitably energized and eager to make the most of whatever time I have.
Next stop Albuquerque, one of my favorite cities! I took a mandatory break for a couple hours including lunch at the Church Street Cafe (oldest restaurant in Albuquerque), a photo op at the iconic gazebo in the center of Old Town,
and a stroll past the beautiful San Felipe de Niri Parish. 
Third night—Gallup, New Mexico (Cue “Peaceful Easy Feeling” by the Eagles) This is a quiet, little, border town near the entrance to the Painted Desert and Petrified Forest State Park in Arizona.
I don’t exactly understand why fallen trees in the park didn’t decay like most but rather absorbed natural elements forming colorful rocks. They’re from the Late Triassic Period about 225 million years ago. The result is quite beautiful. 
I stopped for a couple hours in Flagstaff, a small, college town with Route 66 and a railway running through the middle. Lunch was pretty much the same as in Albuquerque and so very delicious both days — chips, salsa, guacamole, enchiladas, sopapillas filled with honey, and a margarita … yummmmm! 
Arizona is such an amazing state. It’s difficult to pass highway exits for places like the Grand Canyon, Sedona, and Phoenix but I really can’t pass Winslow without stopping to stand on the corner. (Cue “Take It Easy” by the Eagles)
Fourth night—Just over the border in Needles, California (Cue: “Small Town” by John Mellencamp). This small town has lower than average per capita income and higher than average unemployment but it also has people with a strong sense of family who take great joy in their piece of the Colorado River that runs through town.
It’s a relatively short drive from here to Los Angeles, famous West Coast city, full of talent, creativity, celebrities, money, diversity, smog, and traffic. I love Los Angeles for a lot of reasons but it seems to be a little crazier and more expensive every time I go there. This trip, I stayed only for lunch then headed north about 30 miles to Malibu with my two California sons.
Nights 5 – 8 — We checked in to our Airbnb in the Malibu hills overlooking the Pacific Ocean, home for the next 4 nights, and sat back to enjoy some of the best things in life–family, nature, and free time. 
Our first destination the next morning was Pepperdine University that will be home to my son, Daniel, for the next 18 months. No wonder it’s consistently voted the most beautiful campus in America. The sprawling grounds overlook the ocean and in no way resemble a typical college campus.
Evenings were spent making & eating dinner, playing games, and roasting marshmallows for s’mores. 
The second day we checked out surf shops and beaches.

There seem to be countless cool beaches up and down the coast. There are also a lot of great cafes with really fresh seafood.

Our Airbnb, temporary home was a converted barn with every imaginable luxury including tennis courts and a hot tub.
The last day we hiked in Malibu Creek Canyon Park. One trail leads to the former site of the television show M*A*S*H*. We climbed around on some of the abandoned props and walked through the familiar mess tent with picnic tables. 
Another trail leads to a cistern and dam.
It was hot with high altitude which made for a challenging ascent. As always, I was the weak link but I was in excellent company and I definitely enjoyed the hike.
This could have been the end of a wonderful trip cross-country but wait, it doesn’t end here because the spontaneous road trip to Cali bumps into a previously planned long weekend. Early Thursday morning I flew direct from LAX to DCA (Washington’s Reagan National Airport) and was met by my daughter, Kristina.
Nights 9 and 10 — We met up with our friends and attended the Eagles/James Taylor concert at Nationals Stadium. (Cue Hotel California) Of course, the Eagles are not the same without our beloved Glen Frye but they are still terrific. Deacon Frye (Glen’s son), Vince Gill and Stuart Smith are new additions. 
Friday we toured the National Archives and the National Portrait Gallery. We tried again to get tickets to the African-American Museum but were unsuccessful. Most all the museums are free but a couple of the newer ones are so popular they require a reservation.
Throw in excellent restaurants and top it off with a full moon as viewed from the rooftop bar of the Watergate. All in all, it was a delightful two-day stay in our nation’s capitol.
Night 11 – Rehoboth
(Cue The Eagles, “Put me on a highway, show me a sign, and Take It To The Limit One More Time”) From DC I drove to Baltimore to drop my daughter off at the airport then continued through Maryland, over the Bay Bridge, into Delaware and eastward to Rehoboth. The result was a complete change of pace. Rehoboth is a fun beach town with a 60’s vibe and plenty of seasonal traffic. We bicycled down to Dewey Beach stopping at outdoor venues with live music and views of the water. No question, there’s a lot of money here. Former vice-president Joe Biden, Oprah, and baseball player Cal Ripken, Jr. all have homes in the area. Sunday morning we rode about 12 miles north on the Breakwater Trail
to Lewes which was my favorite town of the several we visited. It’s quaint and, while still touristy, somehow classier than the others that were filled with music, drinking, boaters, and sunbathers. 
Leaving Rehoboth, the drive down the Eastern Shore from Delaware to Virginia is flat and easy. The last 23 miles of the drive is the Chesapeake Bay Bridge Tunnel. A beautiful sunset welcomed me back home. 
Looking back on it now, the trip went like this:
Virginia, Tennessee, Arkansas, Oklahoma, Texas, New Mexico, Arizona, (I may have crossed into Nevada for a few miles), California, Washington D.C., Maryland, Delaware, and back to Virginia
“Though we travel the world over to find the beautiful, we must carry it with us or we find it not.” Ralph Waldo Emerson
“The everyday kindness of the back roads more than makes up for the acts of greed in the headlines.” Charles Kuralt






It’s far better when you walk with someone who knows the history so we were in great luck.
This is no slight to the culture that is arguably the finest in the world, but with the flu we opted out of the concert that we had planned and kept our activities to relatively low-key walks and cafes.





We then crossed the river and turned north, walking past the Fraumunster Church with windows by Chagall and Giacometti, through the shopping district and up to the main train station. It’s almost like walking through a museum because the architecture is so beautiful. It certainly makes me question the utilitarian style of buildings back home.
The women’s clothing in the window displays throughout Switzerland has been so pleasing with slightly-muted, solid colors, natural fabrics and simple designs. They’re much more in line with what I like that American fashion which makes me smile. Even generations after my ancestors left Switzerland, it seems that some of the culture is in my basic nature just as my father shared the majority of the classic Swiss temperament and work ethic.














We enjoyed a relaxing train ride from Blonay to Zermatt, first passing along Lac Leman with France in clear view just across the lake then up into the mountains to the German part of Switzerland with Italy just to the south.
We passed villages, castles, vineyards, waterfalls then finally entered the snowy landscape. More than the language changes. You can somehow notice the change in attitudes — the locals are much more direct; still very clean and efficient but with an edge about them. My father’s ancestors came from a small part of Switzerland, near St. Moritz, where the German dialect is still very similar to the Pennsylvania Dutch he grew up with in an Amish community. I recall a small conversation my father many years ago. I commented there are many ways to do the same thing. He said, “No, there’s the one best way; all other ways are wrong.”



Also known as “The Smallest of Big Cities,” Daniel and I arrived in Geneva at 6:30 AM after flying all night from Newark, NJ. In only a short time, we were commenting on its quietness, cleanliness, and politeness. It’s the opposite on NYC, Bangkok, or Rome. I never heard a horn honking or a person shouting. Later, while discussing our impressions with French/Swiss friends we were told that, yes, the Swiss people place a big emphasis on such things but they are also quite cold and closed off, not making friends quickly.
We had just two days to enjoy the city so we walked the streets, hit some of the highlights, and met quite a few lovely local people at coffee shops and cafes. Perhaps, my first thoughts of Switzerland are alps, cheeses, chocolates, banks, and watches. Geneva is certainly prominent in the high-performance watch sector.
There’s a Patek Phillipe museum that, regrettably, wasn’t open when we went by but we stopped at a Rolex store to admire the gorgeous watches.
Located in an industrial building with an obscure entrance, we spent a couple hours at the MAMCO (museum of modern and contemporary art) that offered some impressive paintings and installations by primarily European artists (there was one Warhol) over the past 40 years.
When visiting St. Peters Cathedral, you will appreciate the beautiful architecture and stained-glass windows but don’t forget to turn around to admire the organ pipes. Sorry we couldn’t stay for a concert but it must have amazing acoustics. 




This double rainbow shows the good fortune to be able to leave cold, snowy Hampton Roads in February to celebrate my mother’s 92nd birthday.
Every day was sunny and about 82 degrees, perfect for sitting by the pool or walking on the beach.
Mom made friends all over the resort. I got this picture of her crashing a wedding reception and dancing with the father of the bride.
And here are Mom and Kristina with umbrella drinks at the pool bar.
Five days and four nights at an all-inclusive resort was great fun and, definitely, broke up the winter cold. What a great way to celebrate my beautiful mother with my daughter, Kristina, and niece, Crys. One thing is certain, my mother is an amazing woman!
“Her children rise up and call her blessed.” Proverbs 31:28
I have so much to be thankful for on this Thanksgiving 2017—my loving family back home and elsewhere, my sweet friend to share this experience, and the most fortunate combination of time, money and health for yet another adventure! I’m, indeed, a lucky girl and I know it.
We jumped in a rental car and arrived in Sedona in time for an afternoon hike among some of the most beautiful rock formations on this earth. I packed for seasonal weather of 60’s in the day and 40’s at night but it was a surprising 85 degrees!
Sedona is an awesome town dripping with local artisans, yoga studios, and Native American influence. There are lovely sculptures all over town.
The permitting process must include strict architectural review because all the buildings and signs blend well with the geography. And, there’s no end to fine dining establishments, all of which are situated with amazing views and excellent ambiance. I recommend Rene at Tlaquepaque, Mariposa, and Oaxaca.
As hard as it may be to believe, we enjoyed all this in just the first 24 hours.
Heading out after breakfast, we drove north bound for Zion National Park, Utah. This is my idea of an excellent way to spend Black Friday—out in nature; far away from malls, traffic and frenzied shoppers. It’s about a 4-hour drive but we stopped many times at random places to take pictures or explore a bit.
One notable stop was the Glen Canyon Dam that is beautiful with its pale orange canyon walls trimmed with white limestone reminiscent of a cream-cycle.
This was my third visit to the park but it never loses its amazement as if I remember it intellectually but can’t possibly recall the emotions it evokes until I’m there again.
Saturday morning we embarked on a full day of hiking, tackling the most challenging first…the five and a half mile roundtrip trek up to Angels Landing and back down. Yep, we climbed from street/river level to the very top of this cliff.
Passing people on the narrow ledge of rock was quite unsettling at times. At the worst spots, there is a chain to hold onto, as shown in the next two pictures.
If you look closely you can see people ascending and descending. It’s a 2,000 ft drop at approximately 6,000 ft above sea level so you don’t want to get dizzy and slide off the side. It was very windy when we were on this section of the trail.
There were several difficult areas like this passage. Quite a few people stopped short of the very top at the end of the trail. It’s moderately-difficult and good shoes are highly recommended it but doesn’t require special climbing gear. We spotted two legit climbers on the vertical sides of the canyon walls and were told they take several days to summit, sleeping on the narrow ledges at night.
Wisely, we packed protein bars, snacks and water because there are no concessions inside the park at all. There were a few areas with rest rooms and water refilling but that’s the extent of the services. I never even saw a ranger or a ranger station but there was a welcome center at one end of the park.
Our first stop was Glen Canyon and the Horseshoe Bend hike. This is a popular stop for tourists and tour buses. Just as we noticed in Zion, there seemed to be a lot of Asians, Europeans and Indians but very few Hispanics or Africans. Everyone was congenial and smiling with wonderment. I felt proud to share my beautiful America.
Next stop, Antelope Canyon! It’s important to try to go mid-day so the sunlight shines into the canyon for maximum color.
This slot-canyon is on Navajo territory and access requires a reservation (no pun intended) with an Indian guide. I’m glad we booked ahead because all tours were sold out.
Like a Persian rug, the colors of the walls vary greatly depending on the angle at which you view them.
The three options are the upper, lower, and “the wave”. We opted for the upper which is the most frequently photographed portion and is on level ground. It’s an easy walk for people of all ages but not wheelchair accessible.
Wow, wow, wow!
After Antelope, we drove about three hours to spend our last night back in Sedona. Don’t think I can ever get too much of this beautiful town. Perhaps it was because late-November is considered off-season but, to my surprise, the entire town closed down early. We literally closed down a sports bar/restaurant and were asked to leave about 9:15 PM.
Walking through town, there are ample cafes and boutiques. Before leaving town, we enjoyed an excellent Mexican lunch with superb service. Such a peaceful, easy feeling surrounds Sedona.
The drive back to Sky Harbor Airport in Phoenix was quick and easy; less than two hours. We dropped off the rental car (Ford Focus Hybrid that was comfortable and excellent on fuel consumption) then jumped on the train to the airport for the only inequity of the trip. Lyssett took a direct flight to Miami and arrived in about 4 hours. My flight through a connecting hub to reach Norfolk was almost double both the expense and time.
Spontaneous trip to New York City for a few days. Mass transportation was not working as the train was $350+ and limited by schedules. Flights were about the same plus there’s the security hassle. So, we opted for a quick 6 or 7 hour drive up using almost no gas in my Prius then parked the car in a garage at Union Square. I LOVE THIS CITY!
Every day starts with coffee and bagels with cream cheese. Walking the streets may be our favorite thing to do. Greenwich Village, SoHo, Times Square, St. Patrick’s Cathedral, Rockefeller Center …
We walked by Central Park and the Plaza Hotel.
Security at Trump Towers was intense. It seems the president spends a lot of time there which must be very disruptive to traffic.
We stopped to warm up while jewelry shopping at Tiffany’s. They treated us like we might really buy something; haha!
So many great museums that it’s hard to know which to choose. First choice is generally the Met or the Guggenheim. Sadly, the Whitney is closed on Tuesdays as we learned the hard way. We spent the majority of Wednesday at MoMA (Museum of Modern Art). Not all the exhibitions are straight contemporary but they currently have a world-class collection of Pollock, Matisse, Van Gogh, and Derain. 

My heart melted at seeing Water Lilies. We need a painting that creates this feeling in our living room.
And, there is a cool exhibition on Fashion as Art. Here’s the LBD show case.
Night life in NYC is like none other. First night, the Blue Note jazz club with the amazing sound of smooth LA jazz mixed with NY rap. It was the perfect blend of coasts and sounds. The concert Yamaha piano alone stole my heart but mixed with superb talent and a trumpet, I was entranced.
Second night, Hamilton on Broadway! Wow! Such an incredibly creative mix of history, culture, music and drama…totally worth the extreme ticket price.
Our final night, started with drinks at the National Arts Club celebrating Daniel’s acceptance to a nationally ranked MS in Finance program in Malibu! He’s waiting to hear from a couple other schools but the pressure is off and life is good.
The Arts Club was followed by non-stop laughter at The Stand comedy club.