One of my fellow bloggers, Chase, has been after me for some time to recount a few stories from my various travels. (He just spent a year in Taiwan.)
I'm writing today on my 56th birthday.
At my age, I have lots of stories. (Many of them I repeat. Just ask my family.)
I have purposefully refrained from reminiscing on this blog. I've worked hard to stay in the moment, to spend time looking forward, and to explore rather than rest.
But after 200 plus blog entries, I feel okay about exploring another set of topics: my past.
I am a traveler. One of my favorite books is called, The Universal Traveler, but it's not a book about travels. It's a book about problem solving. Travelers solve problems. They encounter strange places and strange people. They do it on purpose. Strange only means different, unusual, not customary.
I have encountered many non-customary people in my travels. I converse with people. I "interview" them, and I learn.
One non-customary group of people I've met in my travels are witches.
I was reminded of them while watching an episode of a British sci-fi drama series called Dr. Who. My wife has visited Scotland several times in her life. As a result she has some interest in things British, like their TV.
Here's a taste of Dr. Who and some witches he encountered. (Next post... I'll talk about some that I've met on my travels.)
PS: The eucalyptus trees are in bloom.