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Mi Abuela

Posted by Megan Roney on Tuesday, July 12, 2011, In : In Flight Stories 
As it turns out, I did have to resort to high school Espanol in transit today.  My plane buddy for my flight to Bogota, Columbia was a sweet, little old lady who wanted to chat, regardless of my inability to form complete sentences in Spanish and her inability to understand anything beyond "American".  

I learned she was from a canyon somewhere near Bogota with the held of the maps in the inflight magazine.  I managed to communicate that I'd flown from Colorado to Miami and was heading to Sao ...
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On the Road Again

Posted by Megan Roney on Tuesday, July 12, 2011, In : In Flight Stories 
A cold shower to wake me up, last minute toiletries packed in my carry on, peanut butter toast carried in the car and gobbled up one hour after taking my Malaria pill, all before the sun peaks over the endless ridges of the Rocky Mountains.  

It's another day at work for me and I can't believe how lucky I am.  Off to Brazil to begin a tour with Mickey's Magic Show.  The rest of the cast is by now hopefully in the hotel in Sao Paulo, but because of bad weather in Denver two nights ago, I've bee...
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Tea Time

Posted by Megan Roney on Thursday, July 30, 2009,

I woke up this morning with no idea of the adventure ahead of me.  I hadn’t planned on going sightseeing, but when I strolled down to the lobby of the hotel, a group of my friends were planning a trip to China’s national tea museum, and then they were heading to a teahouse for the real experience.  It sounded to me like a great day out, so I decided to join them.  We grabbed two brochures from the front desk with the tea museum written in Chinese characters so we could show each of o...


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Viva China Vegas!

Posted by Megan Roney on Saturday, June 27, 2009,


Last night our local host, Vivi, surprised us with an impromptu field trip to the Confucius Temple.  I was expecting a quiet, historical area for contemplation, and boy, was I surprised when our taxi dropped us in an area that looked more like a Chinese Los Vegas.  Every building was light up with a neon sign, and people swarmed the streets weaving in between the men with rickshaws begging tourists to take a ride and vendors selling exotic meats shish-kabob style.  

   

All of the light...
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About Me


Megan After a while of traveling in foreign countries, you begin to realize that it's not just your luggage that can get lost. When you don't speak the language, you loose your ability to speak. If you can't decipher the written word, you loose your ability to read. And if you can't read the signs to know where you're going, you yourself can get lost. It can be a bit overwhelming, and at times humiliating, but I'm sure even Odysseus experienced frustration on his adventurous travels. This blog is my account of my travels. Hopefully, my blunders will assure others that they are not the only ones lost in translation.
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