Of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure upon a distant journey into unknown lands. Shaking off with one mighty effort the fetters of Habit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares and the slavery of Civilization, man feels once more happy.
The cruise was the conduit for what would become my third book. While I was traveling and writing for ctnow.com, women across the United States and from the Caribbean emailed not to ask about my geographic journey but my existential one. __ow do you find the courage to travel on your own?_ they wondered. __ow do you keep from getting lonely? Don__ you feel self-conscious eating out alone?_ After the first 30 emails like these I thought, There__ a book here. It would be eight years before I published Postcards and Pearls: Life Lessons from Solo Moments on the Road. But the inspiration for publication came during the cruise.
Belly Up: Surviving and Thriving Beyond a Cruise Gone Bad
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The cruise was the conduit for what would become my third book. While I was traveling and writing for ctnow.com, women across the United States and from the Caribbean emailed not to ask about my geographic journey but my existential one. __ow do you find the courage to travel on your own?_ they wondered. __ow do you keep from getting lonely? Don__ you feel self-conscious eating out alone?_ After the first 30 emails like these I thought, There__ a book here. It would be eight years before I published Postcards and Pearls: Life Lessons from Solo Moments on the Road. But the inspiration for publication came during the cruise.
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