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Waiting for the ferry on Paros. These shoes were made for walking the world.
Us. Waiting for the ferry on Paros. 

The day had come. We were heading home. This was the final leg of our around-the-world trip.

We took a nearly-five-hour, non-stop Blue Star Ferry from Paros back to Athens at 10:45 a.m. We spent the time on the ferry reading, downloading photos, writing, and staring out the window. Our long-dreamed-about trip around-the-world was coming to an end. And we wondered, what’s next?

Back in Athens

We arrived in Athens on time, and checked into the same hotel, the Acropolis View Hotel. After freshening up, we went for an evening walk around the Acropolis and to find some dinner. We said “hey” to Boss the dog, sleeping inside the closed gates of the Acropolis. We dined at “God’s”—high expectations with a name like that–and filled up on delicious risotto-stuffed tomatoes, fava, and wine.

On the morning we left, we used the last of our traveling coffee packets, and sat out on our balcony, soaking up the sun and staring at the Parthenon. It’s tenacity seemed a fitting ending to our trip, and a reminder of home for us Nashvillians.

A panorama of Athens and the Acropolis. Greece.
A panorama of Athens and the Acropolis. Greece.

 

And then, we flew home:  ATH – LHR – ORD

First, we had a taxi ride with Michael to the airport. The car windows were down and open to the sunny sea air, and the Foo Fighters, ACDC, Supertramp blared from the stereo. Everlong will forever remind me of flying through foreign streets:  “…If everything could ever feel this real forever, If anything could ever be this good again…”

The four-hour British Airways flight left Athens at 1:30 p.m. BA ran out of vegetarian meals by the time they got to my seat. And because one passenger on board had a peanut allergy, no snacks with nuts were being sold and we were asked not to eat the peanut M&Ms we’d brought onboard either. BA also charged for water, payable by credit card only. And with that, British Airways officially became the least favorite of all the airlines we’d flown around the world.

It was a brief stop in London, and as we got to the gate on this dark, rainy night, we were asked some strange U.S. immigration questions before boarding the American Airlines flight. It was nine hours to ORD–plenty of time for a meal, a movie (the tearjerker, “Coco”), some reading, and some quiet time to reflect on our trip. We landed at O’Hare around 7:30 p.m., and were back at home by 9 p.m. We’d gone all the way around this big old world! It was good to be home. And yet, I’d go again in a heartbeat.

Around the world

  • 28,000+ miles
  • 6 countries, plus 4 more touched in transit
  • Our 7th (and 8th!) continent

Big planes, little planes, scenic rails, overnight trains, taxis, buses, bicycle rickshaws, remorks, tuk-tuks, small boats, big ferries, and miles of walking. From glaciers on the 8th Continent to the Great Barrier Reef, to the Taj Mahal and Angkor Wat, to Mt. Everest and the Parthenon…here’s to all the sunrises and sunsets, smiles, laughs, beautiful animals, crazy sights, tasty meals, and Nescafe along the way.

Leaving on our around-the-world trip, waiting for the el to O'Hare. Chicago.
Leaving for our around-the-world trip; waiting for the el to O’Hare. Chicago.
All that can't leave behind fit into two carry-on bags each.
All that we couldn’t leave behind fit into two carry-on bags each.
Boarding the train in New Zealand.
Boarding the train in New Zealand.
Bryan and a waterfall on the hike to Franz Josef Glacier, New Zealand.
Bryan and a waterfall on the hike to Franz Josef Glacier, New Zealand.
Carol photographing the Franz Josef Glacier, New Zealand.
Carol photographing the Franz Josef Glacier, New Zealand.
“Vegemite! It’s real!” Bryan in Australia.
Flying to Lady Elliot Island in the Great Barrier Reef. Australia.
Flying to Lady Elliot Island in the Great Barrier Reef. Australia.
A mama turtle returns to the ocean after laying eggs all night on Lady Elliot Island, Australia.
A mama turtle returns to the ocean after laying eggs all night on Lady Elliot Island, Australia.
Us at Angkor Wat, Cambodia.
Us at Angkor Wat, Cambodia.
Carol gets a blessing at Ta Prohm, Cambodia.
Carol gets a blessing at Ta Prohm, Cambodia.
With a tree at Angkor Wat, Cambodia.
With a tree at Angkor Wat, Cambodia.
Bryan on the Mekong. Cambodia.
Bryan on the Mekong. Cambodia.
Us at the Taj Mahal. Agra, India.
Us at the incredible Taj Mahal. Agra, India.
Bryan, Carol, and Carina in a tuk tuk going to Orchha. India.
Bryan, Carol, and Carina in a tuk tuk going to Orchha. India.
Happy Holi! Orchha, India.
Happy Holi! Orchha, India.
Carol on the overnight train to Varanasi, India.
Carol on the overnight train to Varanasi, India.
“Pardon me”, Bryan and a cow in Varanasi, India.
Us at sunrise in the Himalayas. Nepal.
Us at sunrise in the Himalayas. Nepal.
Bryan taking the bus down from Sarangkot, in the Annapurna Range, Nepal.
Bryan taking the bus down from Sarangkot, in the Annapurna Range, Nepal.
Mt. Everest from the air. Nepal.
Mt. Everest from the air. Nepal.
On the road to Kathmandu. Nepal.
On the road to Kathmandu. Nepal.
Us at the real Parthenon. Athens, Greece.
Us at the real Parthenon. Athens, Greece.
Bryan and the old dog of Lefkes. Paros, Greece.
Bryan and the old soul of Lefkes. Paros, Greece.
In the travel poster view. Santorini, Greece.
In the travel poster view. Santorini, Greece.

 

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Carol Fletcher is a traveling, dog-loving, coffee-addicted photographer and blogger living in Chicago. To see more photo essays and projects, please visit www.carolfletcher.com.

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It’s been a hard year.  We’ve lost a number of family members and dear friends.  Had job changes.  Experienced new aches and pains.  Dealt with little annoyances like losing an iPad and a coat (how does that happen??  Are our minds slipping?!)  And we’ve suffered through continuing bouts of ennui and this great restlessness.  A combination of things that leaves our hearts hurting, our thoughts scattered and worried, our confidence tested, and our energy exhausted.

We wonder, how many more Christmases will we have?  How many more summers?  How many more times will I get to hug this person–or hear that story again–or ask those questions?  How many more times can I say “next time, we’ll do that” –before there is no “next time”?  So, this Christmas, when I went home to Nashville to see my Mom and Dad, I also made plans to see some extended family–people I love, and used to spend more time with, but who I don’t have a lot of chances to see on quick visits home from Chicago.  It was good.  We shared laughter, stories, meals.  I need more of this.  And I have made a promise to myself to do more of it in 2015, and make it count.

I also spent a little time driving around Nashville…visiting some places I love…places that are scratched into my memory.  Former homes, old neighborhoods, favorite streets and parks.  Maybe I only spent a little time there–or maybe a lot.  But these places remain in my heart.  And while I can see them –any day– when I close my eyes, I wanted to touch them again.  It was good.  This too, I need more of.

Things change.  Buildings get knocked down.  Trees get cut down.  We change.  People move in and out of our lives.  It hurts sometimes.  And while we can’t always see them anymore, they live on in our memories.  And there is this magical kind of peace and grace in remembering those memories, and visiting those old places.

So, here’s to peace, and to a new year spent making good memories.  Happy New Year!

sledding hill
This is my old street and the neighborhood’s best sledding hill. When Nashville got snow, this hill was covered with kids and sleds. If you had good slick snow and a strong push off at the top of the hill, you could make it all the way to Valleywood.
Home
This place will always keep a few pieces of my heart.  My precious grandmother passed away there.  Three dogs are buried in the backyard, along with two pet turtles, three goldfish, and a few wild birds.  Those two strong maples were plucked from the woods by my father and grandfather–planted in the little front yard of our other house and then moved to this yard as saplings.
Shelby Avenue old tree and old house
Roots and foundations on Shelby Avenue.
Pond by the Parthenon
Gone are the paddle boats and swans:  The Parthenon’s pond in Centennial Park
Centennial Park Swing
Centennial Park Swings:  These are the best swings in the world. It’s all in the footboard…
Elliston Place Restaurant Diner
Neon sign from the old fashioned soda shop on Elliston Place. Milkshakes and grilled cheese…yum.
Exit/In wild posting by Krispy Kreme
Exit/In brought the music to the locals. And in a town like Nashville–“special guests” could mean a Rolling Stone, a Beatle or Johnny Cash.
Train tracks over the Cumberland
My grandparents had tomato plants…lots of tomato plants in their tiny backyard. One summer, they came to this spot in Shelby Park every day to dig dirt–buckets of good dark river dirt.  We’d go home each day with 4-5 big buckets of Shelby Park dirt for those tomato plants in the trunk of their car.
Long Avenue dead ends into Shelby Park
I once flew in a red wagon down Long Avenue’s alley hill into Shelby Park–zooming with more speed than control–with my laughing and elderly Aunt Tiller.  “Don’t you take that baby down that hill Tiller!”, my grandmother yelled from the kitchen window.  “Wave at her,” my Aunt Tiller whispered in my ear as she kicked the wagon into motion.
Spring Hill Cemetery
One of the most peaceful places I know. The tree in Spring Hill beneath which my grandparents rest.
Fletcher's Shoes
Daddy’s shoe shop, closing early on a rainy Christmas Eve’s Eve:  No matter where I am, I think of him whenever I smell shoe leather—or wear my Converse with no arch support.
Sage dressing
“More sage!”:  says my step-dad Marvin every time we test Mama’s homemade dressing.
Christmas Eve
Bill Monroe sings, “Christmastime’s a comin’, and I know I’m going home”:  There is a special comfort in being at Mama’s house on Christmas Eve. The smell of dressing and vegetables cooking, the lights on the tree twinkling on the bows & ribbons below, and you know that after eating, you’ll sit in that room chattering for a few welcome hours.
Awaiting the holiday meal
Anticipation:  Setting the table with the holiday china and Mama’s place cards for the Christmas Eve feast.
kitchen bar with christmas tree and microwave
Later at Daddy’s house:  We sit at the kitchen bar and talk about old family photos, health, and those little Christmas trees Aunt Robbie made all those years ago.