Reflections of a Mature Solo Traveler

Vigland Park, exploring Oslo, and off to Copenhagen

2018-09-09T11:25:00.001-07:00

Have used Uber three times here in Oslo and each time it was a luxury car: MB S series, BMW 7 series and a Jaguar! Getting around here is quite expensive. From hotel to train station I took Uber and then train to airport. No simple inexpensive way of getting around. One advantage of Uber is the set rate in that it does not matter if the driver takes the long way around, unless of course you are in a hurry.

Vigland Park is a well manicured and maintained park, but then everything is clean in Oslo except for the construction areas. The sculptures scattered about are amazing representations of human life. Fountains and flower beds contribute to the lush calmness. I was not so lucky in that there were a few groups of tourists who were quite loud and had little concern for anyone but their group. It is a lovely place when not crowded and I cannot imagine what it would be like in the peak of the tourist season. As I left there were 6 large tour busses parked out front and more arriving

Cars actually stop for pedestrians. Found the Vigland museum from what turned out not to be to scale map but it was closed. While sitting on the steps four women walked up and asked where the park entrance was in a language that might have Norwegian. When I told them English they asked again and I gave them the directions. Always amazes me when I am traveling and am asked for directions. Guess I do a fair job of blending in.

Explored more of the center city, shops, book stores, and I even found a two story mall. Sat at the Grand Café for a lunch of salad and wine for 348 Krona. Searched for a sweater or jacket without success. No matter, hot flashes are still doing their job. In the center of the wide boulevard a band was playing and the streets were full of people going somewhere on a late Friday afternoon.

The Nobel museum along with some of the sailing museums will have to wait for my return.

The scene from the airport train was stereotypical Norwegian farmland. Once at the airport I had to learn to check myself in, and drop off my luggage, all without encountering an individual. Not an easy task for the first time in a foreign language!

Lots of opportunity to shop at the airport, but I chose to pay 300 kronos to enter what turned out to be one of the most pleasant and quiet lounges I have ever been in. It was such a shock to go to the gate where a large group of women were rather excited about something and loud. I thought the cadence of the language sounded Spanish and when I listened for a little while, I recognized some words.

San Diego to Oslo observations

2018-09-06T12:37:00.000-07:00

Simba monitors my packing

I always enjoy learning what the full time job is of the ride share drivers. This woman works for a mobile massage business and is learning reflexology and does not have a passport. What a pair we made: she has never traveled far and me, well I am at or near 50 countries in less than 18 years.

Realized I didn't have my coat that I planned to use as a blanket when I was trying to sleep despite the VERY LOUD snoring near me. At least it was not a crying baby. I requested a blanket from a flight attendant. She gave me a zipped package like the one I had been sitting on! Ooops #1. I then layed down in the nearest empty seat that looked like mine. Two things did not register correctly: the dividing screen was down and the foot rest was in the proper position (mine was at an angle). Almost back asleep and some man touches me and tells me I am in his bed! OOOps number 2. Mortified, I was not quick enough to say join me or I am better looking than the woman you are with. Just picked up my "blanky" and moved on. Maybe I should have upgraded for $800?

The lounge in San Diego is truly bare bones. However, the London BA lounge is much better: self serve alcohol and food whereas San Diego, one had to order it, show your boarding pass or pay. I also do not remember Terminal 5 in London being such a maze and an up and down experience: up one escalator only to go down another! Gateway to transfer flight confusing and quite long. Was beginning to believe I was going nowhere as I was the only person in the gangway at that time.

Very talkative woman at passport control! Moments of slight panic in Oslo when my luggage did not show up for the longest time at the far end of an almost empty terminal. First money shocker was the price of transport from airport to hotel : over $100! Did not find ATM machines in airport but not to worry taxis take cards. Hotel Thon is a Norwegian chain that is quite basic. Small elevator says 6 is maximum capacity, I would say 4 if no one has luggage. Beds are comfortable if narrow. Little wider than the plane.

Can one identify the nationality of travelers at breakfast buffets by the food they place on their plates? Veggie plate? Salad? Cold cuts? Lox and bagels? Eggs and bacon? Eggs and beans? Bread and cheese or jam? Pancakes? There were plenty of choices although the soup was missing for those who include soup in their breakfasts.

Cool, quiet, and very clean were immediate assessments when walking about the city of Oslo. Found an ATM in a deli and eventually boarded the hop on off bus. It took just a little over an hour to make the loop. At the end of the hour I was feeling overwhelmed and that one needed not 2 days but at least 2 weeks to see everything at a reasonable pace.

Strolled around the National Theatre and sat at outdoor cafe with my Americano observing the environment, not unlike the horse patrol.

The reception desk at the museum said my purse was too large to enter the gallery and I had to put it in a self coded locker. Photos are allowed but no large bags. Thus I left my ticket in my purse. The woman checking tickets said she believed me and waved me on. Here, I was lost again in an art gallery. How bad is that? National Gallery is an apt name as most of the art is that of local (Norway) artists. There are artists such as Krohg, Peterssen, and Janson I will be googling to learn more about them.

A few artists I recognized such as Greco, Picasso, Delacroixx, Van Gogh, Rubens, and Manet in the collection. Again, I was struck how brilliant the color and how textured the work is in real life as opposed to photos.

Found many of the Munch pieces of interest, particularly Melancholy, White Night, Day After, and Dance of Life.

Watching people look at art is as entertaining as sitting at an outdoor cafe and observing people as they go by. Looked for my usual scarf at the museum shop without luck so had lunch at the museum cafe.

Really enjoyed walking about Oslo at my own pace and deciding where I wanted to go but I do miss sharing the experiences with someone. This blog is my way of doing so.

People watching: a solo adventure

2016-11-01T14:43:00.000-07:00

I love sitting at a Paris or Brussels sidewalk Cafe with a cup of coffee and people watch!

In Sydney and Brisbane Australia I found such places. I did find one area in Buenos Areas that had the advantage of Tango dancers. Cusco had a great spot in a number of restaurants overlooking the Plaza.

I fell in love with the cafe in Athens where I sat in MY corner and did work on my iPad with a bottomless wine glass.

With Istanbul there is an entire street: Istikal where one can observe much of humanity if the Grand Bazaar does not seem to provide enough. Or one can choose any rooftop restaurant and just enjoy the view, the environment, the.....

Berlin, Salzburg, and Vienna provided their own opportunities to sit, relax and enjoy the parade of humanity. Rome, well that is a story in itself.

Somehow I never found that experience in St. Petersburg, London, Glasgow, Endinburough, Bern, Zurich or .....even New York City. Although I found places in San Francisco. Is it that they are colder climates with fewer opportunities?

That being the case, I wonder where I can find such a experience in San Diego?

Mexico without a passport

2013-05-19T21:41:00.000-07:00

For over an hour I have been crawling forward inch by inch with no escaping. The blinking red light up ahead reads, “Ready Lane” whatever that means. So I crawl forward toward the cameras and the booth. I have no card to pass over the scanner so I move forward as there is NO choice. My mind, reels. What could they do to me?

The uniformed young man wearing a belt of weapons begins to pepper me with questions.

“Your pass card please,” he demands in a firm official voice. I don’t have one is my response.

“Your passport then. Do you have one?”

I forgot it I tell him.

“How come you left the country without a passport?” he scolds me.

More firmly, he demands my driver’s license, which I hand him, with a sigh of relief, hoping this will speed me through.

My driver’s license and he disappear into the booth, but not before lecturing me about leaving the country without a passport.

He seems to be taking forever at his computer as he occasionally glances at me. Exiting the booth he has more questions: “What are you bringing back? Why did you go to Mexico? How long were you there? Open the trunk, please.”

These questions are familiar and somehow comforting. Perhaps I will not be sent to jail. Friends at dinner nearly convinced me that forgetting your passport or entering a country without one could get me in jail. They even said they would visit me and bring me food.

Finally, the Border Guard hands me my driver’s license and motions for me to proceed. I do, wanting to speed away but knowing that would not be wise.

Baja Beach House

Friends who had at the last minute rented a beach house on the way to Ensenada invited me to join them and I, equally spontaneous accepted. It had been 8 years since I had been south of Tijuana and many more than that since I had traveled back and forth between Mexico with ease. No passport requirements then.

Concerned friends cautioned me about driving into Mexico alone! I had before, so why not now?

The border lanes entering Mexico have changed dramatically. It used to be much more of a free flow; not for the timid driver. Today tall fencing surrounds you. Once on the road toward the beach, I still missed the exit for the toll road south as I could not maneuver over quick enough. Thus I spent about 30 minutes driving about like it was a big adventure until I found the entrance. Then I was on my way.

Once I arrived at the gate, the guard was very helpful in explaining to me that the gate to the property had been left open and I needed to assure the “guard dog” that I was harmless. As I exited the car, I could hear the dogs barking.

Once inside, I walked out onto the patio and drank in the million dollar view. Then I settled myself down with a book and two Chihuahuas beside me with the Guard dog, a German Shepard monitoring the entrance.

The guys arrived and thus began a wonderful relaxing time in Mexico. The ambiance was welcoming, relaxing and visually spectacular. What more could one ask for? I could stay there “forever”; it was so comfortable and calming.

Fresh seafood, flowers, margaritas, a crackling fire, the sound of the ocean and conversations with friends made for a perfect evening.

Falling asleep to the sound of the pounding surf was nirvana.

Coffee upon awakening and then down the stone stairs for a walk on the beach with the dogs is how the morning began.

San Diego has beautiful beaches and I am only about 15 minutes from some of the best but I do not go often. When I do, it does not have the same feel as I had sitting there in that beach house in Mexico. What makes the difference? For me it is the lack of crowds. While there are a few others on the beach, it really feels secluded and I can feel one with nature.

I am ready to return, but for a much longer period. Next time I will make sure I have my passport!

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I will gift you this jacket

2013-03-18T21:55:00.000-07:00

Grand Bazaar
Photo by Mary Strobbe

While this is a cautionary tale I have told many times to friends, I have been reluctant to record it in my blog.

What prompted the change? Actually two things and the more recent is the murder of a NYC woman in Istanbul and the arrest of the suspected murderer. The other is ethical. It has to do with the naiveness of women I believed to be sophisticated.

It seems men without exception "get it" but few women do.

Here is the tale in condensed form.

It was my birthday and I was treating myself to wandering, or perhaps a better term is getting lost, in the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul. It was a typical hot summer day but a few of the shops were air conditioned.

Satisfied at having purchased a gold chain at an excellent price, I stopped to admire a leather jacket with a bias cut front that created a full and generous ruffled look. It was quite fashionable and appeared to be an extremely soft leather. The color was a blue-green that was not quite turquoise, perhaps a closer description would be sea green.

I must have been looking at at the jacket a little too long. Was I drooling? A quite handsome man exited the shop and walked directly to me. He invited me in to come into the shop. I said no. I am quite aware how difficult it can be to say no to some of the persuasive tactics these salesmen have perfected over the years.

The heat really was unbearable and the shop was air conditioned. Further persuasion convinced me to take advantage of the air conditioning. What harm could there be in looking?

The jacket was beautiful, flattering and sexy. Timidly I asked the price. It was one of those that if you asked you could not afford it.

I gulped when quoted the price and said I was a very poor woman and that I could not afford such a beautiful garment. Of course, he switched to the expected bargaining mode. He persisted and I repeated my poor woman routine several times while I enjoyed the look and feel of the jacket, checking the mirror every so often.

Eventually, he said to me "I will gift you this jacket".

At those words, I removed the jacket as quickly as I was able and flew out the door!

So many women asked why I did not find out what he meant or accept the offer. Men understand immediately.

At least I know what my price was to him: 5000 Euros! Not bad for a 60 year old woman!

Since then I have looked for a jacket similar and have never found anything near in style. Should I go back and renegotiate?

Murder of an American woman traveling alone in Turkey

2013-02-18T22:59:00.000-08:00

Until friends told me, I had not seen or heard the news of an American woman who traveled alone and was found dead in Turkey, more specifically Istanbul.

My last visit to Turkey was three weeks in Istanbul, traveling alone. I walked from Cemil Topuzlu at midnight to my hotel after taxis refused to take me because it was so close by. Yes, it was a 5-10 minute walk.

Grand Market

I got lost in the Grand Market, but expected that to happen given the massive area it covers. I have many stories to tell about my encounters there and as I was finding my way back to my hotel.

I was "propositioned" by many men as I paused to take photos or even paused for refreshments.

There were a number of women with whom I had interesting conversations. There were hotel managers and staff who expressed concern for me and had suggestions when I went to dinner with a Turkish friend.

Nisantisi area

Most treacherous was the time I flew in to Istanbul, checked in to Nisantisi Flats and called a Turkish man I had met during a prior visit. He suggested I take a nap to alleviate the jet lag of a long trip, call a taxi and then call him. I could hand my phone to the taxi driver and he would provide him with instructions as to where he was to take me to meet my friend for dinner. In retrospect that was a little dicey but not much more than some other situations I have found myself during solo travels.

I have explored areas that many tourists may have not, but I listened to the advice of my Turkish friends about where to go. There are areas in my own city I will not go to alone, day or night. Why should any other city be different?

What alarms me about this news story is several things. There is so much "mystery" to the story which I will attempt to list here:

How was a woman whose husband is a bus driver and has two children able to afford such a trip?
Why did she go to Amsterdam and Munich, especially if her focus was Istanbul? What did she do there? How long was she there?
Why are so many attacking her for traveling alone?
If she did research on Istanbul, why was she staying in a "shady area" as some news reports claim
There are so many conflicting news reports. What is one to make of them?
I find it suspicious a homeless man is the primary suspect. There is so much international pressure on the Turkish government to resolve this case
I want to know more about her relationship with the other Turkish men she met

Does this deter me from traveling solo? Absolutely not! Nor does it deter me from traveling to Turkey, one of my favorite places!

All photos taken by Mary Strobbe

Predators on the most vulnerable

2012-12-25T20:50:00.000-08:00

“I will take care of this, you no worry about it,” she said as she waved the invoice around. Repeatedly she stated, “I will take care of this, you no worry”. I wondered if she was suggesting my friend whom I will call Pearl here, was responsible for the $1266.75 finders fee?

That would have been in addition to the $4000 for a month at the Lilac Chateau, a facility for individuals with dementia and Alzheimer’s. Yet her late husband was only there 3 weeks. Did she not deserve $1000 back?

It is Xmas eve morning and Pearl’s husband passed less than 24 hours ago and she has to make decisions in her state of shock. She had to visit the mortuary to make final arrangements.

Three years ago I was there myself and know how valuable it is to have another person with you, if even for moral support. Someone who has a critical ear is even better. I volunteered to accompany her and was glad she did not reject my offer knowing that doing that alone is not the best of situations. Fortunately, my greatest fear was not realized. The staff were professional and there was NO high pressure sales pitch to “do the right thing for your loved one”.

After a few small errands and a quick lunch we drove to Lilac Chateau. The staff and the owner who insisted we sit first so we could “talk” greeted us effusively. There was no real conversation or exchange. Instead it was a barrage in which she claimed Pearl’s late husband frequently called her name. That when he asked for her they said she was shopping and would be coming soon. What did she think she was doing?

Imagine how that felt to Pearl who had agonized over the decision to place her husband in a facility when it became too difficult for her to safely cope with the situation. Indeed some of her friends had been encouraging her to do so for months.

After this disturbing diatribe, the owner leads us to the garage where the rest of his possessions are in a box. This was when she started in the “I will take care of it” rant. Of course this is an entirely new development to Pearl who was expecting a 1 week refund that would have helped pay for the final arrangements. In addition, she had signed in her state of distress a paper stating that should hospice be called there would be NO refund regardless. Later she told me she now understood why the owner kept pushing for hospice.

I had the foresight to snap a photo of the document with my phone before she snatched it away for investigation later. A Google search states this agency’s referrals are free.

This is absolutely disgraceful. No one is more vulnerable when they have lost a loved one. And in the first few hours and days, especially. She did NOT need any more grief.

Unfortunately, the less charitable side of me suspects the whole thing is staged. She knew she was putting Pearl further off balance with her comments and persisted in this before she presented the bill, hoping Pearl would pay it in all the confusion. My instincts upon meeting this woman told be to be guarded and her behavior certainly confirmed them.

Pearl is not a naïve person. She is a sophisticated world traveler, a woman with a college degree. Her husband was a college professor who had written a college level Chemistry textbook. Imagine how easily such sharks can manipulate those with less education and experience!

Unfortunately there must be others who have had such an agonizing experience.

A culture of violence

2012-12-17T22:44:00.000-08:00

"I just know I will be murdered. Please do not make me go. "

These were the words of a sophisticated woman when she learned she was to be part of a delegation to the US.

This is a woman who is politically active in her country, daughter of a mayor and wife of a physician who teaches at the University and has an international reputation.

When she told me this story I was her houseguest. I tried to reassure her and encouraged her to come visit me in the US; she would be safe.

Could I tell her that today given the mass murders that have occurred in the US? I could not. Perhaps I should seek refuge in her country!

These past few days have more than saddened me with the loss of so many beautiful innocent lives. At times I have been sick to my stomach and not able to eat. I hurt so much for the parents, for the other children who survived and will live with this the rest of their lives, and so many others that the more hardened would call collateral damage.

I grew up with guns in the house. Several. For our family it was survival. It meant food on our table. My father did not need an assault weapon and massive rounds of ammunition to hunt for our food. In fact he prided himself on what he called a clean and single bullet kill. I do not know if I could live in that environment today but then it truly was a matter of survival for us.

I could continue here with more commentary on guns but will leave it alone.

The other issue that troubles me a great deal and has since Reagan was governor of the state of California, is that his actions led to so many of the mentally ill becoming homeless and living on the streets.

Our current attitude toward mental illness needs to change! People need to not fear seeking treatment. Others need to be able to identify troubled individuals and guide them to appropriate services, not ignore them or think someone else will. There have been too many mass murders perpetrated by individuals with similar profiles.

We need change!!! NOW

I want to run away with the "circus"

2012-12-09T20:21:00.000-08:00

View of the stage from my seat

As a horse lover going as far back as I can remember, I was thrilled to discover this show was coming to San Diego.

To me, horses are the most majestic and graceful of the large animals. Only the big cats rival them in my view. Just watch their muscles ripple when you are close up.

Had I seen Cavalia at age 18 (had to be age of consent) I would have run away with this group, forgetting about college degrees. They could be obtained later.

Always a concern is how the show animal is treated. I purchased a seat that was front row center so I could see them up close. Indeed one was probably only 4 feet from me. Their coats were shiny, their eyes clear, hoofs trimmed, mane and tails well groomed. Horses that are maltreated will bolt when turned loose but these slowly walked off stage demonstrating they had no fear. Being so close I could also see the horses being rewarded with carrots for a job well done. Behavior modification in action.

One of the pure Spanish horses

Indeed much of the show is about honoring and respecting these animals. One of the opening scenes portrays an early encounter between human and horse with the human advancing slowly toward the horse, respecting is boundaries. I loved this part for the message it sent.

Norman Latourelle is the president and artistic director of Cavalia and was a pioneer of Cirque du Soleil. His creative talent certainly shines through to make a most memorable experience. In the case of Cavalia you have first and foremost the horses and the human acrobats that defy gravity. The acrobats on the horses were mind boggling to this experienced rider.

The costumes, all designed to enhance the movements of the performer often flowed, further emphasizing the movement. The strength and agility of these young men and women was phenomenal. Up close I could see their well defined muscles. Live musicians, staging, and lighting are only part of the extensive talents that make this show such a phenomenal experience.

For the health and safety
of the horses we were not
allowed to touch!

I did not for one minute regret I had splurged on the VIP package. My parking was comped ($20), there was a tasty pre show buffet of a wide variety of tasty morsels, open bar with whatever you wished to imbibe. At intermission there was a dessert buffet (great cheesecake, chocolate goodies). We were allowed to pick up a last minute drink to take into the show with us and to take bags of dessert goodies such as brownies and cookies with us. A program was also provided as part of the package, but what sold me was the opportunity to go to the stables after the show!

Staff were amazingly courteous, informative, and helpful. Many were locals who had been hired on for the duration. They all took such pride in the event you would think they were part owners.

While I seemed to be the only person alone and it would have been so much more enjoyable to have shared the experience with someone, commenting on various aspects, I still I found it well worth every cent I spent.

I was also delighted to learn that these horses were being "fedexed" to Australia for some R & R near Brisbane at the completion of this run. Much deserved opportunity for them to run free!

Last I checked the show continues through December 30 with tickets ranging from about $50 to $250. For the true horse lover there could be no better Holiday experience than being treated to this show. As I write this I am wanting to go again! Even at the high end price! It truly is one of those great lifetime experiences for the most devoted of horse lovers.

All photos by Mary Strobbe

Relief comes in various environments

2012-12-01T21:29:00.000-08:00

When traveling the range of accommodations, if there are any, are great. I have seen and had to use the Asian, squat for the hole in the ground and hidden behind a bush. That is one end of the spectrum, which also includes a number of filthy ones I refused to use.

Names also vary. Such as loos, water closet, happy room and the bathroom, the restroom, the ladies room, etc. Asking where the Happy room is always makes me smile, so I guess it is a happy room.

The strangest was in a classy restaurant (Belga Queen) in Brussels. One of my cousins left the table and returned giggling. She said we HAD to go check out the restroom behind the red velvet curtain. Naturally, all of us women had to go. Since it was unisex we encouraged the men to see for themselves but they were reluctant to do so.

Once behind the velvet curtain you were in a large area with a central wash basin, oval in shape with a trough around it for the water to drain. There were several faucets. Probably enough for eight to be washing their hands at once.

On the periphery were glass doors enclosing individual stalls. The clear glass doors allowed for noting which was occupied. I observed one person get up immediately after closing the door and sitting down only to run out. They had realized the door was transparent, they could see out and others could see in.

Curious me decided there must be a trick as some doors were opaque. So I entered, closed the door and looked around for some kind of switch. Nothing obvious. A little patience. I then fiddled around with the door handle and pushed a button hidden beneath which locked the door. Voila! The door transformed and was opaque, providing me with what I consider essential privacy.

When I picked up some literature about the restaurant, the doors were mentioned. Nowhere else have I seen anything similar.

A corner of the
ladies room

Most recently I went to lunch with three friends at Cusp, in a Kimpton hotel in the La Jolla area. As we were leaving we asked the location of the ladies room. The hostess eagerly directed us and informed us we were in for a surprise. That we were. Two modern sinks overlooked the view of La Jolla. There was a balcony you could walk out on. The décor was a muted beige. One stall had its own sink and view.

Absolutely the classiest public rooms I have ever seen. If there are others out there, tell me so I can check them out!

Further thoughts on hijab or habit

2012-11-26T23:56:00.000-08:00

I am compelled to comment further on this topic. Much can be said. I will add to my initial thoughts here with more to come.

Many have visited the blog on hijab or habit, but to my dismay there are no reactions or responses posted. I am interested in what you think. Help me better understand this.

When I discussed the issue with some of my friends and acquaintances the predominant response was that Roman Catholic nuns voluntarily seek out the lifestyle and thus they differ from Muslim women who are wearing the attire at the demand of the men who are intent on “controlling” their women.

I will argue that many women over the years have been forced to join the “nunnery” because they dared to speak their opinions or rebel against men who were most likely their fathers. Becoming a nun was more often a punishment than a voluntary choice. If you disagree with me, please cite some reliable sources available to all so we can all learn.

No one can argue that the hierarchy of the Roman Catholic Church is not male dominated beginning with the Pope. I am unable to come up with a correlation in the Islamic religion. If there is one please inform me.

Related, but for another blog, is the fact that the 7th Day Adventist Church was founded by a woman, Ellen G. White, but who are the dominant church leaders today? Are they women?

During my time growing up in Montana I wore a headscarf during cold weather and in Montana that was most of the year. Today, my ears remain sensitive to cold air and I need to cover my ears. Many stare at me as if there is something peculiar with me. Something that makes me different. Most likely, judgments are made about me as a person.

Growing up within the Roman Catholic Church it was mandatory for women to cover their head in church. One could never enter the church without covering their head. Today as I look at the hijab, I think how much more creative these women are with their scarves than any of us were!

Tell me that women of the Christian and Jewish religions are not “required” to dress modestly. Look at how the Mormon women dress. Look at how the Amish or 7^th Day Adventist women dress. Look at how the orthodox or Hassidic Jewish women dress. How is this different from Muslim women?

My post was not about men’s control over women but about seeking similarity of religious beliefs and dress. The theme of men’s dominance over women is another forthcoming post.

Choice seems to be a big issue for many with regards to this topic. That resonates with me in that I am a firm believer of individual choice. With choice comes responsibility, one I willingly accept.

Pat me down...

2012-11-17T20:12:00.000-08:00

Image from Internet

Friends have cautioned me about full body scanners. My brother, an expert in the field of explosives, has also warned me. Finally, I am willing to take their advice. DO NOT go through the full body scanners where you stand on the the feet and place your hands above your head.

Today when I left San Francisco, the scanner suggested a problem.

It was my right shoulder that was identified as a problematic area. There is nothing different between my two shoulders that would warrant investigation. But I was pulled aside for a pat down. Perhaps in the future, I should initially just request a pat down, but by a male? J

Leaving San Diego, TSA took a wine opener from me, which, they claimed, had a hidden blade even though they were unable to open it. Guess I have some magic power to open some dangerous blade they do not have the ability to do so.

My choices were to check my luggage and keep the wine opener or to abandon it to TSA. I have many wine openers so what do you think I chose? Especially when I do not wish to check luggage.

I remain confused as to what constitutes fluids that must be less than 3 ounces to TSA. Makeup base? Mascara? Perfume? Lip gloss? Deodorant? Eye drops? Mini Swiss Army knife? Each US airport has it’s own criteria. Believe me. This last San Diego to San Francisco was a great example. Abroad it is another story.

It all seems so arbitrary.

So I need to develop my own policy/procedure. I recommend you do too.

I would love to know what you do or recommend from your experiences.

Moby Dick...the face of the future of Opera?

2012-11-15T16:41:00.001-08:00

What was my favorite scene? What stood out the most? I felt stupid that I could not answer these questions. The entire production was outstanding. The voices were phenomenal and the staging, well, stupendous.

Last week I flew to San Francisco to see the Opera I had missed here in San Diego during the regular season. I had been privileged to attend a sitzprobe the night before my flight so I had some idea what I was missing. When I returned everyone was raving so I knew I had to see it.

I was a voracious reader as a teenager, but somewhat rebellious in my choices. Whatever some adult like a teacher or parent recommended I avoided like the plague. That is how I escaped never reading Moby Dick.

San Francisco's program is a slick heavier weight paper. The 2012-13 season begins in September in San Francisco and produces 9 operas ending June-July! I am envious but then consider the cost of a season ticket!

The set, designed by Robert Brill, was matched with Gavan Swift’s lighting designs to create a truly magical set. Digital projections created a virtual reality of stormy seas. This is the future of opera!

Singing the role of Ahab was Jay Hunter Morris who has a broad repertoire. Stephen Costello who met his wife Ailyn Perez onstage was Greenhorn. They were Romeo and Juliet in a past production here in San Diego. Morgan Smith was Starbuck. What a spectacular cast! Not a weak voice in the entire cast. I could spend hours listening to these spectacular Opera singers.

Close Call.....trust your instincts!

2012-11-09T18:08:00.002-08:00

"Paris" by Chagall?

Something did not seem right. Was it the price that was “too rich” for me? Was it buyer’s remorse?

Once home I decided some sleuthing was needed.Already, I was regretting not carefully reading the COA, certificate of authenticity. That could have signaled a problem. Although many COAs are fraudulent.

Instead I counted on the photograph I had snapped with my phone before it was handed over to a store employee to prepare for shipping. That photograph provided enough information to make a determination.

"I and the Village"
a real Chagall.

My friend and I appeared to be on an out of town buying spree. She purchased several items. Looking around I spied a Chagall signed and numbered lithograph. I asked what the price was and the super salesman took that as I would purchase it. Over and over again I would shake my head and say “no” as he kept lowering the price. Finally, I caved.

What began the initial suspicion was the 56/500 in the bottom left corner. This particular lithograph was number 56 of a run of 500! The plate would be destroyed and no more could be made. Never have I seen a number that high on a lithograph; generally they are 250-300.

Classic crouching panther
Loet Vanderveen

Checking some art on my walls I found 10 was the size of the run! The cat bronzes of Loet Vanderveen and Tim Cottrerills frogs have higher numbers. But they are bronzes.

One of Tim Cotterills frogs

As is fitting of today’s culture, I began my investigation on the Internet. Of greatest value would be a Chagall catalogue raissone listing all of his work along with descriptions and details of the piece including materials. My first goal was to search for the title of “Paris” which my newly purchased item was entitled. Nothing was found that matched and the only Paris works were an entirely different subject matter.

My suspicions were confirmed. I was 99% certain this was a work done in the style of Chagall and was not an authentic piece of Marc Chagall’s. Given the price I paid I was not happy.

Reading about fake art, I learned that the four artists most frequently replicated are Dali, Chagall, Miro, and Picasso, in that order.

Since I was to pay for the items on delivery, in cash, I needed to know if I could refuse to accept them.

According to the law you can refuse to accept goods if there is a flaw, something broken, or other legitimate reason. Immediately I drafted an email to them stating that I would refuse to accept all items according to my legal rights.

Lesson learned. Next time on an out of town buying spree take more time, be patient and investigate large ticket items. Had they not agreed to ship them, payment of freight on delivery, I think I would still be fighting over this.

Vienna and adventures with locals

2012-11-01T01:16:00.000-07:00

After leaving
the bus

I felt stranded; adrift in a foreign country in which I had limited knowledge of the language: German. Yes, I had high school German but as most of you know, high school language is so inadequate.

I was traveling on a work related trip with my husband. But here we were, in Vienna, and he was feeling ill. In fact he did not leave the hotel until we left for the airport.

This became another solo traveler experience. He was not there to be supportive in the challenges of traveling when you do not know the language. Upon arriving at a hotel located just outside of the ring, we had lunch. Before evening set in, he began to feel ill. My immediate response was to seek out whatever I could to help him feel better. He rejected most suggestions that did not include me going out to get specific foods. Of course, I did that.

That evening, he insisted I go find dinner on my own. Not intimidating, but when I sat down at an outdoor restaurant I found I was unable to translate/read the menu. The waiter was no help. He knew NO English. So, I took my best guess and pointed to an item on the menu I thought I knew. I was wrong, but it was good.

This was a trip in which we had been together part of the time and for over a week I was on my own. He was meeting with his colleagues in Rudolstadt, Germany. I was at the Salzburg Seminar. So arriving in Vienna together, I expected to have a travel companion. This was not to be the case.

My next challenge was meeting some new friends and a man who was the second to the Minister of Education for Austria. He wanted to take us to a favorite winery. My spouse was too ill to attend so I was on my own. Should I have stayed with him? He insisted I go and he was not a person to argue with on things like this.

There were some uncomfortable moments attempting to find the hotel, which was the meeting point. On my way I walked past some interesting spots including what was clearly x rated establishments, a farmers market which felt more uncomfortable than I expected, and some vacant areas.

Obviously I made it to the hotel. Our Austrian friend warned when he met us that we would need to walk a significant amount and take various forms of transportation. Should I back out or proceed on what could be an adventure? My thought was that I had come this far, so give it a try.

We walked to the ring and boarded the trolley. From there we boarded a bus that traveled well outside the northern outskirts of Vienna along the Danube.

Disembarking from the bus we began to walk along a street. Shortly we were climbing upward through a very narrow alley. OK. Were I to call it quits now, do I know how to get back?

I let my spirit of adventure prevail and continued up the mountainside. As we began our ascent our host pointed out buildings on a mountainside that seemed way far above where we were and said that was our goal.

Now I am well beyond the no return area. Here I am with a person from Austria I really do not know and a couple from Arizona, that again I really do not know.

Had I known what the reality of this trip was, I most certainly would have worn something different and carried less in my bag. I was slowed by the decisions I had made based upon my expectations. Perhaps I would have opted out.

The Danube from
our locale

Upon arrival at what seemed a venture well beyond what had been promised we sampled various local dishes and wine. Well, maybe, it was a cultural misunderstanding of communication. From our wooden picnic table we could view the Danube below. Wow did it seem small from our vantage point.

It was dark as we wound our way down the path to the Danube where we would board a bus that would take us back to the Ring. To my amazement our Austrian friend abandoned his American friends before reaching the Ring. Three of us boarded the Ring but quickly they abandoned me and I was adrift.

It was midnight and I was truly uncomfortable. Alone, I was in a city I did not know nor did I know the language.

Our descent

Yes, I was uncomfortable and angry with the Austrian who had not been forthcoming of the details of the outing.

Eventually I made my way to the hotel, but certainly not without a significant level of fear.

Another lesson: when locals offer an experience, get ALL the details.

Where do I fit? Where do I feel comfortable?

2012-10-23T02:04:00.001-07:00

Just watched the Presidential debates and have an abundance of questions.

I will start with religion. Religion is one of the old taboo subjects that has certainly been a topic for discussion in this election. This is not the first election to garner such attention about religious beliefs and the role those beliefs would play in decision making of the elected president.

The United States was founded on the principle of separation of church and state. Many of the initial immigrants left their native lands in order to have expression of religious freedom. Yet today, we find ourselves in an environment in which religious extremists are almost center stage because they are the loudest and the most angry that the remainder of us will not accept their beliefs. What happened to the silent majority? Or the 98% or even the 47% as defined by Romney?

Moving on from the divisiveness of politics I want to know:
What is the minimal criteria to declare oneself a Christian? A Roman Catholic? A Mormon? A Muslim? A Buddhist?

In my life I have explored a few of these. Important to me is the role of women, not just in the structure of the religion, but the overall attitude toward women. Are these attitudes dictated by religious beliefs? I can only think of one religion that demands the subservience of women. For the less familiar it is the Mormon. Just think about your value when you are one of many wives! Yes, I know polygamy is illegal in this country and that is why Romney's grandfather moved to Mexico.

Like many young adults in the US, when I got to college I explored the religions of my friends, having already been exposed to Roman Catholicism and the Seventh Day Adventists. Incidentally, for me Judaism is a blend of these two in so many ways and my birth to non Jews precluded that.

My exposure to Buddhism is limited and I am confused as to the role of women.

More recently, I have been exposed to Islam. There is so much that is comfortable here in that the Quar'an is an outline of how to live one's life while respecting others. Yet I cannot reconcile myself to the idea of praying five times a day!

So where do I fit in this world?

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Being timid, crystals, and Opera

2012-10-13T14:20:00.000-07:00

Timidly, I pulled open the heavy wooden door. Before me was a barren hallway with what looked like a storage room at the end. Not a single human in sight. Spying a door on the left, partially open, I decided I might as well continue. I had gone this far. I was not about to abort this venture at this point.

The room behind the door was filled with, as promised, glass cases protecting the Swarovski jewels worn by Maria Callas (one of the great Divas) during her numerous Opera performances. What had brought me here was a Xeroxed poster tacked to a large wooden door on a side street promising this exhibit.

A snapshot of one
of the displays.

The exhibit was amazing. As I was alone, I took my time soaking in the breathtaking beauty of these works of art. For each Opera in which she sang an exquisite set of Swarovski jewels were designed. Hopefully I’ll return to Salzburg, Austria and be able to find this exhibit again.

A recent visit to the Gem exhibit at the Smithsonian National History Museum triggered this memory. At the NHM’s exhibit the Hope Diamond and other fantastic jewels wow you. It can become overwhelming. At what point do you become habituated to such brilliance? This exhibit is wildly popular and even on a slow day it is busy. Do include it in your visit to DC.

Of course one checks out the gift shop. There I saw a pair of earrings made of red Swarovski crystal and cubic zirconium that were calling my name. When I wore them recently to a social event they drew oohs and aahs.

The exhibit I encountered, quite by accident, in Salzburg, Austria was hidden in an obscure building on a side street infrequently traveled.This was not something I was aware of from any tour book. I merely wandered by. I was exploring Salzburg. Nothing had directed me there. I was merely open to experiencing my environment. I often think about what I would have missed had I just walked by or let myself be intimidated by what I saw when I opened that creaking wooden door.

Notice of baggage inspection

2012-10-03T21:23:00.000-07:00

Do I look like a terrorist? I am a mature woman. Old enough to be retired. Or is it my luggage that looks suspicious? If it is the latter, I will purchase whatever it takes to avoid "the card".

Every time I open my checked luggage in my hotel room I find a card that is approximately 4" x 8" in Spanish on one side and English on the other. The card declares in bold red letters, "NOTICE OF BAGGAGE INSPECTION" right below "Transportation Security Administration" and the seal of this agency.

It then goes on to explain that to "protect me and my fellow passengers" some bags are selected for physical inspection for prohibited items and the contents are then returned to the bag. Huh? Did it not go through screening? Do they not trust the accuracy of the screening devices?

This card further explains that if the TSA is unable to unlock your bag, they will be "forced to break the locks" and they are not liable for "damage to your locks resulting from this necessary security precaution".

How do I feel about this? Were it only once I would not even give it another thought. But it happens 90% of the time I travel. My most recent incident was from San Diego to Washington D.C. last month. Perhaps the nation's capital is a little more nervous.

I have been rather compliant and silent about the TSA and my opinion of them, not wanting to raise their ire and get on a "list" of troublemakers. My experiences are mixed. Numerous times when going through security at the airport I have felt unnecessarily hassled. More than once I was made to take everything out of my carry on luggage! Only when I have been steered through first class security line has the process been easy. Sometimes I do not even have to go through the body scanner. So, do they think terrorists will not purchase first class tickets? It makes about as much sense as removing shoes.

There are times I have gone through unknowingly with a small Swiss Army knife. Another time TSA confiscated my duty free purchased alcohol (Anguilla rum). When I challenged them I was told to go to the downstairs office to take it up with a supervisor, knowing full well I would not, given I was already about to miss my connection. Naively, I thought that if I was continuing my travels with the same airline they would delay the plane a few minutes for those of us arriving on one of their own late planes. I did miss the connection and the airline had to put me up for the night.

I think one of my worst experiences was traveling back into the States the day following the "underpants bomber" (Dec 26, 2009). I was leaving St. Maarten and it was clear to the observer the TSA did not have a clue what they were supposed to do. After going through security we were held well beyond boarding time. Then we were lined up males in one line and women in another. For the women we had female agents and the men male agents. My crazy thought was, what a great job for a gay man or lesbian! You get to fondle someone that could be interesting!

It was an appalling experience. Just in front of me they made an elderly woman in a wheelchair take her shoes off and stand while they checked the pad on which she sat in her wheelchair. That was only one of the absurd things I observed.

First class passengers had been lined up first and then placed on a bus to wait until all passengers had been cleared. Finally, we were transported to the plane where there was another brief screening that consisted of showing identification. Obviously we were late in taking off. That meant a very close if not impossible connection after clearing customs in Pittsburg. That is where my rum was confiscated.

Some countries such as Turkey require you to go through a scanner before even entering the airport. My favorite airport is Vienna. There is no security, just well trained dogs roaming about the terminal. My brother, an expert in the explosives industry, tells me he can fool the TSA but never a dog. Furthermore he has witnessed demonstrations proving the extreme ability of trained dogs to sniff out explosives.

Give me a dog and forget the TSA! OK, that means fewer jobs for some of the less talented individuals in our society, but there would be employment for those who are dog handlers and trainers.

Another related topic is the loss of valuable items from checked luggage. It has happened to me, but that is another post.

Next trip and luggage

2012-09-16T21:46:00.000-07:00

My next trip has changed so many times in focus. There are the photography workshops, my niece, and the Smithsonian.

My initial purpose was to enroll in workshops on selling stock photography. A passion all my life has been photography and I am mostly self taught. This year I decided it was time to learn from the experts and take some lessons; perhaps get rid of some bad habits (should I have any ;-)

Since my niece is now living in the DC area it would be a great opportunity to have some time with her. Unfortunately this is the week she is at home in New Mexico being sworn into the Army Jag Corps.

When I booked the flight I added a couple of days beyond the workshops counting on seeing my niece which now is not to be.

So do I remain in DC or do I come home early? Do I change my flight? What will it cost to do so? Do I park in long term parking? Do I get a cab to the airport? Decisions. Decisions.

The cost of canceling my return flight and booking a new one sent me into a state of shock. I could stay at the best hotels for two nights for less than the price of that last minute airline ticket.

My plan was not to check any luggage. But need to take my camera and tripod. Knowing the airlines can be rigid at times, I suspect the tripod will count as an item. In that case I would have my luggage, a camera bag, a tripod and a purse. Even if I eliminate the purse I am still over their limit. And I have seen agents turning people back at security to check bags.

Now would it be different were I to travel first or business class? Quite likely. Still that is a hefty amount to pay to not have to check luggage.

My carry on bag has a stuck handle that will not retract or fully open. My brother repaired it for me once when I was visiting him a few months ago. No time now to have it repaired or to find out if there is somewhere I could send it. Presumably Rick Steves stands by his luggage and I have only had it less than three years.

After some internet searching, I realize there is no store to return the Steves luggage to. That prompted me to write a review on Amazon about my experience with this luggage. Then I proceeded to order a Hartman carry on. In my garage are several pieces of Hartman luggage that have withstood several years of travel, but because they do not have wheels it is inconvenient to use. Sometimes you get what you pay for.

Rick Steves...only mine
is Sage in color. A great benefit
when looking for it on the
luggage carousel

Hartman

Just returned home from a San Francisco trip and am very happy with my new luggage! Fits in overhead bins easily and I think I could pack for a week using it!

Solo? Me?

2012-09-16T21:27:00.000-07:00

A bright attractive young woman in her 20s was horrified at the suggestion she go to a movie alone. It was impossible for her unless she found someone to join her.

Opal never thought much about my blogging about being solo. But then, she realized she does many things alone and sometimes even has a better experience than were she with someone. Haven’t we all been somewhere with someone and thought we would have had a better time alone than with the loser/whiner/bitchy person we are with? You fill in the blanks. There are many ways a companion can spoil an evening.

One of Opal’s more recent solo events was to drive 120 miles for a concert, alone. This was one where she had more fun than had the person who was supposed to attend with her had been there. Closer to home Opal thinks nothing of attending a movie alone or establishing her own territory at coffee shops.

This week I am preparing to leave for a week in our nation’s capital. There are some decisions I wish I could bounce off someone. Sometimes the responsibility is overwhelming. So can be the day-to-day living at home. There are consequences of decisions we make regardless of where we are and what we do so why not let go of the fear of a wrong or bad decisions and explore, experience life.

Hijab or Habit

2012-09-13T03:27:00.000-07:00

Photo by M. Strobbe @ Harvard
Law School Graduation 2012

Can someone explain the difference to me between the wearing of a hijab (headscarf), burqa (full cover age sometimes with a veil: niqab) and a nun's habit?

Both limit the amount of flesh the public can view. Both cover the head. Both allow only the hands to show. Feet are covered. Both are modest forms of dress representing the faith of the wearer.

So what is the big fuss?

Muslim friends have explained to me that the wearing of the burkha represents the extremists. Wearing of the hijab is a statement of one's belief) Just as we today have a very strong ultra conservative religious right. If you don't believe me, just watch the news, especially with regard to abortion and women's rights.

A Muslim woman, her 20 year old daughter, and I discussed the wearing of the hijab. the burkha, etc. I must agree with her that there is a great deal of freedom in wearing such garments. You can wear whatever you want (pajamas if you overslept) or even nothing! No need to worry about the latest fashion. You do not have to worry about a bad hair day. How liberating is that?

I have never had a discussion with a nun about what is beneath the habit; I would not have dared ask a nun at catechism without fear of the ruler across the knuckles!

Granted, Roman Catholic nuns in some sects have a choice, just as Muslim women have a choice of how they dress. The attire for both is a reflection of their faith.

The Koran is not prescriptive. I have read every section that refers to women and reread them. Nowhere does it proscribe a burka: only modesty. Each person is given the freedom to determine their own mode of dressing.

I have heard some comments about how a burka hides physical abuse. Non Muslim women also dress to hide physical abuse! A counter argument is that a nun could easily hide a pregnancy, just like Pope Joan.

Another Reason to Travel

2012-09-10T21:51:00.002-07:00

Fontanka River

Movie backdrops are often recognized by many a traveler. The well traveled may have walked over the same ground.

I remember watching the Bourne Identity and recognizing Alexanderplatz in Berlin and the bridges of the Fontanka River in St Petersburg. That added another dimension to the enjoyment of the movie. When watching the news many sites are recognized such as Syntagma Square in Athens, Greece.

Fernsehtum in
Alexanderpatz

A friend, who is a rabid Red Hot Chili Peppers fan has followed the band since their origin. This summer she is following them on their world tour and occasionally posts photos of the band members in locations at different cities.

In two recent postings I recognized the environment; memories and emotions of my time in Athens and Istanbul flooded my brain.

Changing the Guard
Athens

Waiting for Changing of the Guard in the sweltering heat of Athens was definitely worth the wait. Note: I did not see this on any of the recommended tourist sites. Just across the street from Syntagma Square is the government building and the picturesque guards. The military dress includes pleated “skirts”, fuzzy red caps, white leggings and sarouchi shoes with pom-poms that bounced as they did their kick step. Really. It was hard not to think of some cartoon character.

Besiktas Inönü Stadium

Besiktas Inönü Stadium, considered one the world’s most picturesque futball stadiums sits overlooking the Bosphorous in Istanbul. This is where Red Hot Chili Peppers played. I walked by this stadium numerous times on my way to the Museum of Modern Art and Dalmabahçe Palace.

Absolutely no photos are allowed in the Palace and there are plenty of staff to prevent you from even thinking about sneaking a shot. One must be content with photographing the well-manicured and extensive grounds. Dalmabahçe Palace is considered one of the most glamorous palaces in the world. Visitors are not allowed to wander freely; they must stay with a guide. Aside from the spectacular ancient silk carpets one of the more memorable items is the 4.5 ton crystal chandelier in the Great Hall which was a gift from Queen Victoria.

The Sea Gate at Dalmabahçce
Palace unto the Bosphorus

I envy the Red Hot Chili Peppers the opportunity to see so many corners of the world. How wise they are to ignore political climates and controversy. What better ambassadors are there? They are sharing their gift of music with the people of the world. Is music not the universal language?

Photos by Mary Strobbe

50 Shades

2012-09-03T12:37:00.000-07:00

In the last few hours I have researched on the internet the psychology of the popularity of this trilogy. Blogs are commenting on how reading, at least the first book of this trilogy has improved their sex lives with husbands. Men do not like the book for the most part. None have been particular illuminating.

So help me, what does a woman living alone do when she reads such erotica?

Over the past few hours, as a psychologist, I have been mulling over what it is that makes this trilogy so popular? I can understand why some people might be upset with the explicit sex scenes, especially those that include bondage. These scenes actually diminish by the third book.

Perhaps I was not shocked by the book as I have taught Human Sexuality at the College level. I would love to be teaching the course and be able to discuss these books as part of the curriculum. There is so much there!

Is this trilogy erotica as some claim or pornography? My students were unable to come to a consensus on the difference.

Most blogs are repetitive and focus on one or two specific items. I find so many different aspects to discuss:

Is it an accurate portrayal of the BDSM lifestyle?
Does an interest develop in BDSM if you have been the victim of a pedophile? Do all victims then find the only satisfactory sex includes BDSM?
Did her naiveté lead her to accept more than a more experienced woman would have?
Was it truly consensual sex, suggesting she had limited knowledge of what she was consenting to?
Was it a Stockholm effect?
Is it erotica or pornography?
Is this what women fantasize about? How is it different from rape?
It has been dubbed "mommie porn" suggesting that frustrated mothers are looking for more. How does one explain that it is not just the 30+ who are reading it?
Would you order the e-book so others would not know what you are reading?
How does this compare the forumula for romance novels?
How might it be related to the archetype tales, such as the poor girl who finds her prince?
Some readers saw Ana as compliant and submissive, would you agree?

What is it about this trilogy that has led to it outselling the Harry Potter series?

Sterotypes

2012-08-27T13:31:00.000-07:00

“No, that does not fit my image of someone from ____________(fill in the blank). You can’t be!” That is the response I frequently hear when someone asks me where I am from originally. Well, I have been in California for 42 years should I not be considered a Californian?

Yet, California, probably more so than many other states is full of isolated nucleur families. Extended families are “back there” wherever that may be. We are a state of individualists who left the comfort or discomfort of “back there”.

Our brains are lazy. We categorize things and people into groups according to certain similar structures and/or behaviors. These stereotypes are not all bad. In fact they help us by expediting some of our thinking process. Traveling solo one often needs to appraise an environment rather quickly.

They are only troublesome when we discriminate based on the stereotype. Prejudice against a particular group based on our stereotypes is another example of the negative side of stereotypes..

So what should a person from Montana look like? Cowboy boots, hat, and jeans?

In my closet are a pair of Justin boots, a Stetson, and a leather skirt with fringe down the side. Annie Oakly here I come!

So what does someone from Washington state look like? Pale and nerdy?

Florida: old, gray hair if any, slow walking?

New York: hyper in speech and behavior?
You get the picture......

Do not erase this message until you hear from me again.....

2012-08-24T22:38:00.000-07:00

"Please do not erase this message until you hear from me again." That is how I ended the voicemail on a friend's phone before I drove off to a warehouse at the end of a road in a valley to meet with a man I found on Craig's list who had a car for sale. My message also included the address and the name of the individual so should I disappear the police would at least know where to start.

My fear factor increased after I used google maps to view the locale. Paranoid? Cautious? As a mature woman alone (three vulnerabilities in one package: older, female, alone) my caution buttons were blinking furiously.

2004 SLK

Once at the site it was difficult to determine just where I should enter. After some meandering, I decided to walk around to the back. There was the car at the other end of the building.

As I approached the man said "hello". To make conversation I commented on how it was much cooler there than where I lived. He responded that he had lived in the same place when he came to San Diego from Montana 25 years ago. I relaxed at that point. It does not make any logical sense that because he was from Montana, as am I, that I should assume all is safe. But I did.

As a solo woman who is now making major decisions such as a car purchase I longed for someone with whom I could talk this over. Past major decisions had always had that component, even if it was my son.

After the car was in my garage, I thought of all the things I should have checked or asked about: verifying that windows worked, the mechanism for putting the top down was functional, all lights were working, etc.

I am happy with my purchase and the experience I had. When I arrived to take possession of the car, he had all the paperwork ready for me to sign. Should I be in the market in the future for a car, I certainly will seriously consider Perfect Match Auto.