As I watched Notre Dame burn this week, while I sat at my office desk, one thing went through my mind - I was so happy that I hadn't waited to go there. I had, in fact, visited Notre Dame twice. And it did not disappoint. I know that when it comes to travel, I have been so fortunate. I have been to all seven continents and somewhere around 35 countries (I stopped counting after 30). I know most people don't get the opportunity to see as much of the world as I have. I was also lucky to have lived in Europe before the Euro when the dollar was strong, and as a student, I was able to travel to so many countries for very little money. That started my travel obsession, and I've kept on going. When
I don’t talk much about my family (other than mentioning the hubby and kiddos). Some of that is because I value their privacy. Some of it is because there are some parts of my family that are hard for me to talk about. Today would have been my dad’s 67th birthday. (Both my parents share my birthday month, and my dad shared my birthday week!) On Friday, I'll turn 41. That will mean I have lived to be a year older than my father will ever be. My dad was a doctor. He was the smartest person I've ever met. He could do calculus level equations in his head. He was brilliant, but he was also a natural with people. It is a rarity to be both a natural genius and also naturally good with socializing.
