Could you imagine packing for a ten-day trip with NO idea of where you were going or where you were staying? What would you do if you had to plan for not one, not two but three different locations?!?Read more
After months of wondering, worrying, planning and packing the big day had finally arrived. Waking up early at 5:30
The packing has begun. I have no idea what to pack, but at least I have started collecting almost anything I may or may not need for the trip. Notebook. Meds. Headphones. Camera. Snacks. The only thing I cannot decide on is if I will bring my laptop on my trip. Decisions. Decisions. Decisions. I only have three more
I have only one month. Thirty days. Departure from ORD to who knows where. I wish I could report that I have more details, have shaken down a bit of information of the destination from our vacation planner extraordinaire – but alas I have not. I still have no idea where I am going for nine nights and ten days.Read more
I still can’t believe I agreed to this. In three short months, I will be dropped off at O’Hare International Airport, Terminal 5. International Terminal. I will be gone for ten days, nine sleeps. I will have no frickin’ clue to where my destination is until I get to the ticket counter.Read more
Sometimes an adventure can take you far beyond your wildest imagination. In 2017 we took a driving adventure around Ireland with hopes to visit the area that my great-great-grandparents raised their family before their children started to travel to America. We planned to drive to County Mayo, explore a cemetery or two, and drive through the town our ancestors called home. Our giddy excitement on our plans sent our current Ireland family on a search on other possible places to visit – and found the diamond in the rough.Read more
Exploring an unknown country by car for 12 days can be an adventure, especially when you’re 40-ish years old driving your 60-ish-year-old mother and 16-year-old niece around. We made a great trio and did we had goals. Some were to explore Ireland and learn more about there area where my great-grandparents lived before immigrating to Chicago. Since my mom & her sister have spent many years researching our ancestry so we knew quite a bit. They lived in County Mayo, from a small town called Crossmolina. We even had a cemetery name of their final resting place – Addergoole Cemetery. Mom was determined to visit but after a Google Earth search and satellite view, I was a little leary on our adventure. To put it simply – it looked spooky.