Inspired today by two bits of serendipity: A Facebook notice from Rory Stewart () that he is off to Cumbria and an e-mail from a chance met friend of the road, Scott, who has walked England up and down and sideways, and at whose invitation I took this walk out of Ambleside, Cumbria, and to whom I remain grateful.
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We rode down on the bus that morning, my daughter and I, from our lodgings in the ceramic museum, and debarked along the river below the Royal Mile of Edinburgh. Then we looked up. 
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My first view of Venice. How was I to know I would fall in love? I spent less than 24 hours here. So why is it that I watch everything I can get my hands on that promises another glimpse of this city? I feel like the woman at the party who keeps watching the door to see if *that guy* is going to show up. 
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In the professional photog field, this might be called the money shot. My friend John and I took a train to Churchill, Manitoba, and climbed aboard a tundra buggy in hopes of a polar bear sighting. Hopes realized! Read more about That Great Gettin' Up Mornin'
Playing with pictures today, I send you to a garden in Kent. Sissinghurst, to be precise. Where we can hang with Vita and Virginia for awhile. Read more about In the Garden
Origin:
1425–75; late Middle English peregrinacioun (< Middle French peregrinacion ) < Latin peregrīnātiōn- (stem of peregrīnātiō ) a traveling abroad. See peregrinate, -ion
—Synonyms
1, 2. trip, excursion, expedition.
I hate to travel. But I love being there. Read more about Peregrination
