Traveling is not in my DNA.

My family of origin never really vacationed on a regular basis. There was the occasional trip to the Gulf Coast, and the most memorable was a journey to visit my father’s relatives in Jacksonville and Miami in a Ford station wagon with five kids and two adults.

So, when I discovered a love of traveling as a working adult, I looked for ways to make it happen and was met with resistance. My husband is a homebody and enjoys his work, and I was reticent to travel alone.

Not long after Katrina, circumstances did not give me much choice but retirement, and I got restless. I knew something had to change.

I convinced a college friend living in Houston that we should both buy opera subscriptions there that allowed us to see two operas in one weekend three times a yea

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