Mrs. Teabody Greets the Day

Setting down into green perfection When my head hit the pillow at 8:30 P.M. on our first night of a two-week vacation in Ireland, I knew I would have no trouble sleeping. After all, our group had been in active transit since 2:00 P.M. United States time on the day before and aside from snatches of semi-sleep aboard the plane I had been awake more than twenty-four hours. All seven of us had. Mon Dieu! It was a twenty-four hours that had gone smoothly: a nearly five-hour luxurious van ride from home in south central PA with Unique Limousine to JFK, a drop-your-bags curbside and head straight for security—TSA approved arrival! – which went as cleanly as a hot knife through butter; follow this with a perfect supper of a gorgeous Cobb salad and glass o’ Pinot at Blue Smoke and an almost flawless Delta flight which terminated in a problem-free Shannon arrival. Painless. Bags full to bulging and spirits high, we sailed into the arrivals hall only to be greeted by our handsome and affab...

A friend, a foe, a gift, a beau, a journey to go... Outside of the Christmas season, nothing can stir the fires of anticipation and imagination as much as a journey. My uncle was fond of saying most folks possess a tumbleweed gene that looks at the whole world as somewhere else to be. Yes, I also have friends and family members who assert they plan never to fly again (or ever!), that they “didn't leave anything over there”, that anyone who ventures off their street is just asking for trouble. Point taken. And understood. However, Mrs. Teabody's friends and associates seem to be mostly of the tumbleweed variety, the kind who look at the next horizon and wonder what adventure awaits. Through their travels this year alone in the safety of the TYF tearoom, Mrs. Teabody has visited her favorite cities, London and Paris, the longed-for Amsterdam, the glories of far-flung China, riotous India, onion-domed St. Petersburg, other-worldly Iceland. Through the stories and ph...