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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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.
