Ten years ago this summer I made my first trip to Italy.
That excursion, with bunches of Ball State University students and my friend D, included stops in Rome, Sorrento, Delphi, and Athens, and an overnight ferry crossing in the Aegean Sea.
And a day trip to Capri, off the coast from Naples and Sorrento.
When I have money, or decide to go into debt, I’ll spend a days on the Isle of Capri.
The new school year’s classes begin today at Webster University.
I am starting my 21st year of full-time college teaching, and my 31st year of teaching in higher education.
And as I do so today, I am ever so grateful for those life-changing three years at the University of Kansas, where I earned my doctorate. I could write volumes about the learning, the lifetime relationships, the formation, the music, the beer, the travel.
Rock Chalk Jayhawk!
Odds and ends of postcards never sent . . . .
My parents loved New Mexico, and we were frequent visitors in the 1970s. (Mom had served as a home missionary in New Mexico during college.)
From 1976, and a vacation that included a week at the Baptist conference center at Glorieta, plus trips to Gallup, the Grand Canyon, and other points:
1995. My first-ever trip to the UK. A postcard to my parents from the north of England, after being in Scotland for 36 hours.
My parents lived in Buenos Aires then.
1976. From Paguate, New Mexico, during a church mission trip. To my G-ma (Grandma Blocher).
I would hit my 15th birthday a few days later.
2000. A New Year’s holiday with friends to Toronto. I wrote Grandma Blocher whilst on my first trip to Canada.