changes in latitude
Sometimes Life is Bizarre
Our family owns a week at a Hilton Hotel (or one of their partner hotels) anywhere in the world. Last year around this time, Hilton eMailed to say that we had to use the week or lose the week. No one could go at the last minute, so I spent a week in a two bedroom suite in a Hilton Waikiki with a view of the ocean and the Dawn Patrol.
That was about the 20th time I’ve travelled with next-to-no money.
- While working as an airline employee in my 20′s, a trip was offered to London for airline taxes only (something like $48). Lodging was less than $100 for the week (in what turned out to be a broom closet at one time — but it had a huge window). I had enough cash to buy myself a coat at Harrod’s.
- An employer taught me how to chart all of my spending to determine ways to cut back in order to travel. I stopped buying magazines and eating out; within six months, I saved enough to spend two weeks in Holland. (And since then, I’ve been overseas more than 30 times.)
- A 7-day media junket to Costa Rica was offered. As a single mom, I was very very broke and had less than $100 to my name. My brother got us to/from the airport ’cause I couldn’t afford the airporter. That was one of the most extraordinary trips on the planet.
- Another media-related tour included Chinese New Years in Hong Kong. This was really something and totally job-related. I had about $200 to my name.
- Then Hawaii in December 2010: Quite amazing. Free because saved-up mileage covered the flight. The only expense was meals which I’d be buying at home anyway.
So here we are again. Next to no cash, working 10-12 hours seven days a week to make enough to pay bills. Really quite worried much of the time. I haven’t been more than six blocks away from my computer since last December.
We again got one of those “use it or lose it calls” from the Hilton. We figured we’d go to Hawaii ’cause we could cover the airfare but not much else.
Hawaii’s booked. So what now? Where can we go for free . . .
Finding Out Who You Are. 












I went back to rubber flip-flops and wore them for the rest of that trip and all subsequent trips: From the bottom of Yosemite Valley to the top and back down, through Hawaii’s Waimea Canyon, all over Ireland, through Costa Rica, on volcano tops, around London, through Greece, everywhere in Japan — and brought lots more while I was at it. No problems. 