I’m Holly…and I’m forty and freelancing…well sort of.
If you know me, you know that I love to travel. In fact, I live to travel. For years, my friends have been delighted by my adventures criss-crossing the world and have encouraged me to write a blog. Well, here it is — the digital version of The Adventures of Holly.
I like to get sauced now and then (actually, I’m kind of famous for it), which has led to some rather eventful afternoons and evenings over the years (stay tuned for the story of downing beer after beer with a host of Zimbabwean freight pilots in Munyonyo, Uganda)! Luckily, then, I am an expert at preventing hangovers — tips upon inquiry!!
I do have a proper job teaching history at the local college, but I also have a side gig helping people plan trips to Europe. Hop on over to The Travel Bistro to see what it is that I do. But mostly, I just like to travel. I’ve been a wanderer since I could walk. My mom says that as a toddler, I was constantly trying to escape through the front door…or any open window for that matter! In the first grade, my teacher, Mrs. Kelley, wrote a note to my parents informing them that I must learn to stay at my desk rather than wander about the school…are you seeing a theme yet?
Apart from an annual summer pilgrimage to North Carolina and two high school trips to Washington, D.C. and to New York City, I didn’t really go anywhere until I was in my twenties and had finished my first college degree (that’s another story in and of itself). But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t travel…I just did it armchair style — books, movies, television shows, magazines. It all started with Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom . Every Saturday night, I would sit mesmerized as Marlin Perkins wrestled an anaconda or rescued a jaguar!! He and his gang of adventurers transported me out of the little ranch house in which I lived to faraway places that I knew some day I would have to visit.
As a teenager, I spent lazy, rainy afternoons in the summer at my grandmother’s lake house reading and rereading issues of National Geographic from her huge collection that dated back to the 1940s. I graduated from National Geographic to travel essays somewhere around my 15th birthday. My brain became a sponge for anything travel related that I could get my hands on! I was raring to go!! Then at 17, I went to university! At last, I was free. When I was 21, I took my first “big trip” to New Orleans to attend the Jazz and Heritage Festival. I was hooked on road trips from then on…weekends during college saw my friends and I road tripping across north Florida and southern Georgia looking for adventures.
And then it was time to get serious!! At 25, I got a passport and headed to London to work in an art gallery. I’ve been to Europe many, many times since, but that first trip remains one of my favorites!! In the meantime, I also criss-crossed the United States and Canada. Apart from Minneapolis, though, I haven’t seen much of the Midwest. Hell, I haven’t even been to Chicago yet. Oh, but I have seen the Detroit airport…several times!!
Then I went continent-hopping. I went to Mexico City, Teotihuacan, and Taxco — my first trip to Latin America.
Next came Uganda where with Marlin Perkins (in spirit, anyway), I got on a boat at Jinja and headed out of Lake Victoria into the headwaters of the Nile River!!
And then I was off to Australia, a place from which I was not returning without a didgeridoo!! Melbourne was quite a hip city with all kinds of yummy ethnic food…and the drive along the Great Ocean Road was amazing!! One of the highlights was Bells Beach, where in Point Break, Bodhi was looking forward to surfing on the waves caused by the storm of the century!!
Stay tuned for more…it’s always interesting when you’re traveling with me!!