YOU GET WHAT YOU PAY FOR

YOU GET WHAT YOU PAY FOR

That was we have always heard since childhood and for the most part that is how life has worked out for me.  Every now and then you get a win fall and pay for a coach seat and get upgraded or the opposite will happen when you go out to eat at a high price restaurant and walk away feeling you have been ripped off.  With all of these trips for the past 11 months I have had to track all of our expenses and try my best to find the a great value for our hard earned dollars.

After we left Bordeaux we headed to Marseille for destination number 78.  There we stayed at a Renaissance by Marriott and it was brand new and had all the comforts of home.  I gave plenty of details of the Marseille area in my last blog, 60 at 60, but this is all leading up to our next venture down to the French Rivera and my long awaited visit of Nice, France

After a short train ride we were given directions by our apartment host of exactly how to get to his property.  Short walk then 4 stop tram ride and there we were, met by Michael, for a short walk to our apartment for the next 10 days.  It sounded like a good idea at the time.  10 days to unwind on the French Rivera in Nice France but knowing me things were not going to work out exactly as planned.

Found my boat

After another short walk thru the heart of the Nice business section, where all the tourist go to buy their trinkets and get the street side cappuccinos, we arrived at our destination for the next 10 days.  This is where things got interesting and where we truly got what we paid for.  In an effort to optimize our budget I went online to homeaway.com and found what I thought was a great bargain for an apartment in the heart of Nice.  1/4 mile from the beach the price was right.  I have used homewawy.com several times in the past and have had get experiences so thru my research I thought this place would be perfect.  

The two floor bag drag up the flights of steps was not out of the ordinary but when the door swung open my jaw dropped.  What I saw was exactly what I saw in the pictures provided but for some reason I did not realize how small the apartment was and the fact that Michael was now showing us his two bedroom apartment where he was going to remain in the other room and that everything else including the toilet and shower was to be shared.  Lucky for us he was going away for business the next day and he and his girlfriend where going to be gone for the next four days.

Not to go into many more details on the the sheer size or lack there of the entire apartment but needless to say the quick change from a 5 star hotel to this took awhile to truly absorb.  Not quite sure when I was planning this portion of the trip as to why I went right by Cannes on our way to Nice from Marseilles, the train even stopped there on the way to Nice but this was a great opportunity to make a slight modification to our plans and back track to Cannes for a few days.  J.W. Marriott has a property right on the main street adjacent to the water so with a deposit of a few thousand points plans were made to take a few days visit.  The timing was perfect.  Our roomies would be back in a few days so upon their arrival back we left for Cannes.

Don’t get me wrong, they were perfect host and kept to themselves while we were there but I must admit my college days are well behind me and it just felt weird to have others in such close proximity to us.  Everything really did work out since we were on the French Rivera and we did not spend much time in the apartment.  We ran or walked along the strip adjacent to the beach every day and to be perfectly honest I only got my feet wet while there.  Did not realize that they do not use sand in Nice and big pebbles were more their style.  I must admit listening to the waves crash against them was mesmerizing but the thought of trying to wade out amongst them simply did not appeal to me.  Sitting outside at the many different caffe’s, bars and restaurants watching the people go by also consumed a lot of our time.  

The nights were filled by a great meal at one of the literally thousands of restaurants there were to choose from.   Also on a occasion a Kilkenny night cap that I was able to find at a few of the local bars/pubs.  World cup ruby was in full swing so many places had big screen TV’s set up outside for the fans.  Not to sure about the rules of that game but must admit it was pretty brutal to watch.  We were also able to find a few places that had live bands at night and one place and even encouraged everyone in the place to dance on the tables.  That was totally out of the question.  I could hardly stand up in the place with my feet firmly planted on the floor.

Panoramic view of the French Rivera in Nice 

Mother's Milk

One evening after dinner, looking for something a bit different we heard some pretty good music coming out of one tapas restaurants.  Upon entering I noticed that the music was actually coming from a DJ but the beat was pretty good.  They had a pamphlet for a drink menu and seemed to be able make every drink there was to be made.  A lot of the local favorites but we were looking for an old MIA favorite, Expresso Martini.  Could not find it in their pamphlet but with a quick search in my phone I located the recipe and walked up to the bar and showed the bar tender.  She took one quick look and said in perfect english.  “You want an expresso martini?”  I held up two fingers and off she went.  She was in her own world and I sat mesmerized as she worked her magic.  They were the best I had ever had and my three years working in MIA and a frequent guest at the Blue Martini, I considered myself an expert.

Espresso beans is a great touch

Decisions, decisions, White Russian or Dark and Stormy 

Two thumbs up for the folks at Big Brown who made this all possible

The two nights at the J.W. was unimpressive but the hour long showers were delightful.  The beach was made out of sand and the runs and walks were great but it just seemed a bit too expensive for my taste.  Gucci here and Gucci there but the usual guys on the street selling hats and selfie sticks brought balance to the experience. The food was great but I now longed for the apartment back dab smack in the middle of everything.

I don’t often sit out in the sun, but when I do it is on a couch that can handle my 6 foot 6 frame.

Stay tanned my friends

Found my car in Cannes

Short walk from the hotel to the train station and before I knew it we were back for another 4, college dorm nights in Nice.  Just in time for me to start trying to figure out how exactly how we were going to get from their to our next destination of Monaco, France.  There I was expecting the lives of the rich and famous and low and behold I was not disappointed.  It was rather strange that to get there you had to leave from the other train station in Nice but to get back the train went right back to the main train station.  Don’t figure.

The real fun started when we arrived at the Monaco train station.  Escalator up one level, elevator up another and then another escalator follow by a flight of steps.  Pulled out the phone and we were 20 minutes away by car and 2.5 miles walking to the hotel.  A bag drag the entire way was not an option so we proceeded to the taxi stand up the street.  Two cabs but no one in them.  That was very strange but a passerby said at this time of day, noonish, a taxi was not going to happen.  Actually he waived his finger back and forth but I knew what what he was saying.  Showed him on my phone where we were going and got pretty good directions on how to get to the hotel.  Pointed to the bus stop,  but up four fingers and said, Stadium.  Low and behold the number 4 bus pulled up.  I said Marriott and gave him a 5 euro bill and he told me,  “ I will tell you,” in broken english.  I tracked our progress on my phone and he looked up in his rear view mirror and pointed us to the door right next to the hotel, which was right next to the soccer stadium.

Wow,  I know my mouth was wide open the entire time we were there but I really did not care.  I had made it.  I am now living amongst them in Monte Carlo, Monaco.  Walked the first day, ran the second and did the big red bus the third and can tell you we saw it all.  They actually have a casino that is so impressive that they charge you just to walk inside.  

Outside the Monte-Carlo Casino, now I can't decide which car

There was a path that ran from the hotel right along the water.  Only separated by a small railing, rocks and the splash of the water.  Wow, I have now seen it all.  For now, I might add.

Path runs for miles along the Rivera

We have what I commonly refer to as travel days.  Not much is accomplished at the departure city or the destination and the goal is to arrive somewhere around the time on the schedule.

This next travel day was going to be somewhat complicated and as we tried to get from Monaco to Brussels, Belgium.  Another planes trains and automobiles type event would be in order.  Van to the train station, train back to Nice, extremely crowed bus to the airport, plane to Paris, Charles De Gaulle, CDG airport, Air France flight 7185, which was actually a high speed train to the main Brussels train station.  I thought a short walk would take us to the hotel but I miss calculated exactly which train station we were arriving at so here the options were, bus, subway or cab.  You got it, 25 euro later we were out front the Renaissance, by Marriott, where there they have my favorite slogan.  Live life to discover.

Since we were going to be there for 5 nights I opted for the Marriott extended stay apartments located right next door.  The best of both worlds.  Here we were to take part in the Brussels Half Marathon.  I have a love, like relationship with Marathons and Half Marathons.  I love the sense of accomplishment when I finish a marathon but like running a half marathon mo better.  I am sure I will be saying the same thing about comparing 10K and 5K races when I turn 80.  The weather was perfect.  Mile walk to the packet pickup.  Mile walk to the 10:30 am race start and another short mile walk back to the hotel from the finish.  Who could ask for a better Half Marathon.  The time to complete was the best in awhile and got to run by all the sites Brussels had to offer.

Only wish someone could have been telling about all those sites as I went by them like they do on the big red bus but I digress.  That was a business idea I had and still might pursue.  Every time I think of doing so I come to the same conclusion.  It sounds to much like work.  Had another idea the other day.  Maybe I will take this blog to the next level and make Youtube videos out of them.  Once again, sounds to much like work.  If I only knew how much I would enjoy retirement I never would have worked.  

Coke and a smile

The day after the race we walked back to finish line and did the normal tourist type things.  Walked the streets and looked at all the old churches and buildings.  Stopped at a caffe or two and had a flight of beer.  Okay, I did find a pub that had Kilkenny.

Which one first

Able to find a shop with her name

Day after we were on a quick 9 hours and 52 minute flight back to ATL.  4 movies later back at our homestead of the Airport West, Marriott Courtyard where everyone makes us feel like we are home, NORM, Cheers.  We did our superman impression,  CVS, Target, Vitamin Shop, Storage Unit, UPS Store, Cleaners, a load of laundry, and even managed to get in a 3 mile run.  44 hours later back on a Delta jet and now headed to Kona Hawaii, KOA.

In August 2011, I became a Iron Man in Louisville, Ky and now on my way to live out another one of my many dreams.  In Kona I will get to watch the true triathlon professionals compete in the World Championships Competition.

So many examples of this in my life as a runner

At mile 90 of the bike portion of the Iron Man competition I sat on the side of the road trying to fix my flat tire as my legs were spastic.  I heard that voice load and clear.  That was just one example during my 15 years of running.

I posted that I would be in Kona on Face Book right before I left and with a quick response I will meet up with a current UPS Pilot whom him and I go way back.  Hopefully we will meet up for dinner while I am there.  He will be on a weekend layover I am sure we will catch up and reminisce on the old days where he was referred to as Perl.

Time to arrival 4 hours and 30 minutes at 36,000 feet with a ground speed of 593 miles per hours aided by a 71 mile an hour tail wind.  2,338 miles ahead of us and 2,267 miles behind for our destination of Honolulu.  Short 2 hour connection and then 1 hour 25 minute flight to Kona, rental car to the hotel where it will be around 6pm local or Midnight body clock, Atlanta or 6 am back in Brussels where I was 2 days ago.  OUCH

Time for another movie and a glass of wine.

Kona was all that I had expected and more.  Got to run along the same route the professionals will deal with in two days and was able to soak in the entire experience up and personal.  I really do mean up and personal.  Turns out the hotel we choose was the same one the Iron Man use for their base of operations.  The swim was right out back.  The transition was right out back and the after party was, you guessed it, right out back.

Four years ago right after I completed the Iron Man I flew a trip on UPS to Kona and that is where the seed was set to come back and watch the action for myself.  I have seen it many times on TV but needed to see and taste it.  When I was there before it was the week before the event but the city was still all a buzz as for many of the competitors had already arrived.  The Marriott we were at now was the crew hotel so I was able to get a great feel for the land.  Turns out, because of the Iron Man, the UPS crews were moved to another Marriott up north.

Love the slogan, Anything is possible

We were there from beginning to end.  Saw the last person out of the water, first person on the bike, last person off the bike and the first male and female finishers.  We even hung in with some breaks to the pool to see the final woman cross the finish a few seconds prior to the 17 hour, mid night cut off.  I even posted updates on FB in real time.  The thoughts of doing another one danced in my head but I came up with the same answer as before.  Sounds to much like work.

The winner as he goes out on the run

First Woman finisher

The very Last finisher

The next day I was able to hook up with Bill Perlmutter, with UPS and we were able to do the usual "reminisce."  I was did offer on piece of advise.  I do this with anyone near retirement age.

DO NOT STAY A DAY LONGER THAN YOU HAVE TO.  

He has a plan, which I approved so it was great to talk about the good old days back in 88 at UPS.

Here comes another example of getting exactly what you pay for.  This trip I planned a year in advance and bought the tickets as soon as they went on sale for that time period.  The flight out was flawless but somewhere along the way I missed the fact that the Delta computer decided that instead of a roundtrip to Kona I would rather have two legs from HNL to Kona and no leg from Kona to HNL.  You guessed it.  First clue that I missed was that I was not able to check in but that flag did not catch my eye because that same thing just happened out of Brussels and that just meant I got the full monty in terms of security screening at the airport.

No seat for us out of Kona so back to the hotel for a flight 10 hours later.  We made it to ATL 10 hours late and still arguing with Delta on who fault it is and what they are willing to do in terms of compensation.  Cheap fare equals pay close attention to the details.  No big deal, I have 10 more flights booked on them and with any luck I will finally make Diamond.

Back to the Marriott by the airport for a few days then off to Downtown ATL in an apartment at the 300 Peachtree Condominiums for a week.  

LOVED IT.

Nothing really noteworthy to speak of but it was a nice change of pace and even cooked a few meals.  Right now at the Delta Sky Club lounge for our flight to JFK, 2 hour connection then on to Dublin Ireland.  That will be Destination number 87 in 11 months.  We will run a marathon there which will be number 61 for me 74 for Catherine my 7th this year.  After that we will tour Portugal in Porto and Lisbon.  Then on to Madrid, Spain and Istanbul, Turkey where we will do another Marathon 3 weeks later, the last for the year.

Sites in Istanbul Turkey

60 at 60

60 at 60

Sometimes when you set a goal for yourself it does not always work like you expected.  In some cases anything that can go wrong does and other times the unexpected happens and you just have to go with the flow.  Neither or these were the case when it came to me achieving the goal of running my 60th marathon at the age of 60.  Perfection is all I can say to describe the experience.  I have planned for this for several years and as most of you can probably understand this was not an easy feat.  

The exact Marathon for this to occur was also part of the plan.  Le Marathon de Medoc in Bordeaux France is one of the most famous Marathons in the world.  It required extra ordinary training since you were to run the 26.2 miles thru 59 vineyards and had over 20 wine tasting stops along the way.  This included all you could bare to eat oysters at mile 24.  Everyone and I mean everyone dresses up in some outrageous costume and of course I was no different.

Most Colorful

The weather started out overcast and right after the half way mark it rained cats and dogs.  That turned the dirt and gravel roads into sheer mud and puddles.  It seems as though most sprinted from one wine stop to the next.  They would pass me and I would pass them back as they stopped to sample the different wines along the way.  There was a 6 1/2 hour cutoff which usually I do not take into consideration but in this case I had to keep that fact in the back of my mind.  There were times that it was impossible to do anything but to walk or come to a complete stop while trying to maneuver around the mass of humanity that were drinking wine like there was no tomorrow.

There were also teams of 6-10 pushing or pulling various wagons and such,  complete with stand up bar to use at the different wine tastings.  They were somewhat difficult to navigate around or in most cases they would run you right off the road.  My plan was simple, wear my costume the entire route, make it to the 37K wine stop within 5:30 and then drink my way to the finish.  I was told the best wine was there so I figured why waste my time on anything else but the best.  I enjoyed a half dozen oysters at mile 24 and came across the finish in a respectable 6 hours.  That was probably the longest it has taken me to finish a marathon but in this case I figured I was going to get my monies worth so why rush it.

The start of this trip did have one unexpected surprise.  I have mentioned before that I use airtreks.com for all of our air travel and they do a get job and have saved me thousands.  They buy tickets in bulk and resell them at a discount.  You have to have at least 4 legs overseas, including the crossings.  As a Delta Platinum Elite member one thing that never happens is upgrade on the crossings.  I have gotten many in the States but never going overseas.  As a matter of fact when you go on line it basically tells you not to even think that will ever happen.

After enjoying a few glasses of wine in the ATL Delta lounge we made our way to the the gate.  Got there right in time for boarding, made our way up the elite member line. I gave the agent my passport and ticket and a red light and beep went off.  The same for Catherine and we were pulled to the side while another agent did some work on the computer.  The agent at the gate asked if the other needed our bag tag numbers and the only thing that came to mind was that we were being pulled from the flight for some reason.  I have had miss connections, delayed and cancelled flights and even volunteered to catch a later flight but never go this far to have things head south.  The agent at the computer turned to us, handed us our tickets and with a smile said, “You had been upgraded.”  Needless to say I was very happy but still a bit skeptable.  Seeing is believing in my book.  Low and behold we were told to make a left a the boarding door and the numbers overhead of our seats matched up with our tickets.  It was like Christmas morning, when I was a kid, and the first thing I did was stop the next Flight Attendent going by and asked for a Mimosa.

Oh happy day

I wanted to stay awake the entire trip to savor all the amenities but the seats were so comfortable that I slept 5 of the 8 hour flight and arrived in Bordeaux ready to tackle the endless wine tasting for next 5 days.  Most of our running tours are done through marathontours.com  and to top off the travel experience the sent a 50 passenger bus for our trip from the airport to the hotel.  We were the last to arrive so we had the bus all to ourselves and our bus driver was the sweetest young lady that could not have weighted more than 80 pounds but boy could she drive the hell out of that bus.

Riding first class

Quick shower and downstairs for the welcome reception and dinner.  Let the endless flow of wine begin.  The entire next day we went from one vineyard to the next while they tried to prove that their wine was the best.  After a few stops and great lunch I was sure that I could actually tell the difference.  As we drove along the roads from one vineyard to the next there were ripe grapes as far as the eye could see.  They tasted great and were only a few days away from them being picked.

I was very surprised to learn that almost all the grapes are hand picked and it takes an, all hands on deck effort, to pull it off, in the two weeks allotted to get them all off the vines.  A group of gypsy type workers will move in for free room and board including wine and wages.  After this task is complete they move on.  It was somewhat difficult for me to get my head around the fact that all those vineyards were going to all get picked clean in two weeks.  The numbers of workers required did not seem to add up since all the vineyards were all giving us approximately the same day they were going to start the process.

If running thru the vineyards was not enough they had a ritual the next day call Balade, where you all gather at the selected vineyard for the year wait for the cannon to go off and then walk about 5 miles from one wine tasting to another where each had music and endless wine.  Instead of glasses you were given a tin sipping apparatus to use at each stop.  It was tied to a lanyard to wear around your neck.

Need I say more

If that was not bad or good enough that you ended up back where you started.  There under a huge tent we had lunch with live Latin style music for more drinking and dancing.  I have heard a lot of terms to do with drinking in my day but bus wine was a new one for me.  After lunch was over and all the wine they served during dinner was gone you then took the empty bottles over to the barrel in the middle of the tent and waited in line to fill it to the brim.  We then proceeded back to the bus and enjoyed our bus wine all the way back during our 1 hour return trip back to the hotel.

The last day in Bordeaux was topped off by a gala dinner at another very famous vineyard inside their Chateaux.  The 5 course meal included 5 different wines.  Each a little better than the last with the last one being poured out of a decanter instead of the bottle.  I guess it really needed to breath.  It was served with the cheese and for some strange reason it really tasted good after I few bites of cheese. I must admit I did not like it at all when I first tasted it.  

We had an awards ceremony at the end and of course there were awards for the best dressed couple,  the fastest male and female in our group of 90 and a new category, which was, most colorful.  I had to laugh since I was the only one of color in the group but instead they were of course talking about what I wore during the race.  I would say if the shoe fits wear it.  So my 60 at 60 experience ended with me winning the award and received a very good 2011 bottle of wine.  Needless to say that did not become bus wine on the way back to the hotel that night.

Some people know how to Live life to the fullest

Field of Dreams

It was safely packed away for our next stop Marseilles France.  To be exact we stayed at the Renaissance hotel about 15 miles North in Aix-en-Provence.  Turns out Marriott did not have a property in Marseilles but we did make a day trip there by bus.   They have a great transportation system of busses and trains and it was very easy to get around.  The old town of Aix-en-Provence was filled with the stores fronts, bars, cafes and restaurants. There I was able to find my all time favorite draft beer, Kilkenny.  

Taste like butter

During our day trip we were able to walk down to the harbor where the cruise ships were docked and walk around one of the coolest Forts, Fort Saint-Jean, I had ever seen.  They added a museum adjacent to it and the view of the surrounding area was simply spectacular.  Made our way back to the bus Terminal and caught one of the busses that leave every 5 minutes back to Aix-en-Provence.

Panoramic view from the Fort

Presently on the train after 3 nights in the Marseilles area headed for Nice.  Visited here once as young adult and has always been on my list of places I wanted to return.  Renting an apartment here for 10 days and that should be plenty of time to unwind and enjoy the beach and the sun.  I usually make a blog entry for the entire trip.  This one will have us 30 days overseas but have decided to finish this one here and start on the next installment while in Nice.  After Nice we go on to Monaco for 2 nights then back up to Brussels for a Half Marathon on Oct 4th.

Some background on the 60 at 60.  When I turned 50, I thought it would be a good idea to run a 50 mile race.  Completed the JFK 50 miler in Hagerstown MD in 11 1/2 hours.  About 20 miles were along the Appalachian Trail.  At 55, ran 27.5 miles from our house to a hotel and spent the night.  The next day ran 27.5 miles home.  Never thought I would ever run 60 marathons.  As a matter of fact the plan was just to run the one in NY and be done.  Well I now have 5 years to work on my next goal and I am open to suggestions.  I was thinking of trying to get all 50 states done by then but the number does not match up even though I am 13 states away.

Stay tuned

265 Days and Counting

265 Days and Counting

Hard to believe that it has been 265 days since the movers came to pack up all of our belongings and we became homeless.  I rather like to refer it to as being Nomads since we actually do have a Motor Home at our disposal.  It has been awhile since I last used it.  We call it “The Crib”, and it is a 2005, 38ft Gulfstream Crescendo, Triple Slide out Diesel Pusher.  Right before we sold our house we loaded up with essentials and drove it to Atlanta where we put it back in Storage.  Before that it had not been used for several years.

I have had a Motor Homes for over 25 years and this is actually our third one.  My kids grew up in them and they came in handy on the many Soccer, Basketball or other sporting events.  In between games one would be resting as the other prepared for the next game.   Now that my youngest is 24 those times are now behind me.

The Crib

So far we have done many planes, trains, and automobiles so now it time to take a 2 week road trip.  First stop Greensboro GA.  This KOA campground is adjacent to Lake Oconee.  From there off to Athens, GA, to catch up with my daughter, Mariah, as she starts Grad School at UGA.  Then on to Augusta, GA and final stop in Savannah GA.  There we will put it back into Storage and Fly back to Atlanta.

After our trip back from Australia we took a trip back to Louisville to get some yearly physical exams.  Heart still ticking, blood looks good, and was told that my daily flossing seems to be doing the trick so the only question remains is to find some local doctors and dentist in Atlanta.  Not sold on the place so off we go looking for some place to take roots.  The plan is to move the Motorhome around to see if there is any place that tickles my fancy.

Left some flowers for my mom. Arona, in Durham, NC

We went back to where it all started.  I was born in Durham, NC and that is where my mother is buried so went back to pay our respects, take her some flowers and see some old friends.  

Frank Rawls

Berniece Rawls

Frank and Berniece Rawls and I go way back to my Wheeler Airlines days.  That was my first flying job and stayed there 8 years before coming to UPS.  Not only did I fly there but was also the V.P, Director of Flight Operations when I left in 1988.  Frank worked there and we were able to catch up and reminisce.

Back to Atlanta to pick up our dress up clothes and off to DC to attend annual Organization of Black Aerospace Professionals, OBAP, convention.  Last year I was inducted into the OBAP Hall of Fame as a Founder and Pioneer.

Last year

This year with some former and current UPS Pilots

Got the motor home up and running and enjoyed two nights at a KOA campground adjacent to Lake Oconee which was very relaxing.  So nice to hear just the sound of nature while you fall to sleep.

The front plate actually says "THE CRIB"

Then on to Athens GA for a few days then on to Augusta and Savannah GA, where it actually made it to the short list of possible places to live.  The people are great, the prices are right and they even let you walk around with a to go cup.

 Tybee island close by, of course, I have already run a marathon there

Two other good reasons

We were able to find a UHAUL place that has outdoor storage so we left "The Crib" and flew back to ATL for a few days to prepare for our next trip overseas.  Not before a quick trip to Nashville for the Labor day weekend just because we have to be somewhere so a trip North sounded like a good idea.  Little did I know that so did everyone else and the temps there were 10 degrees above average at 95 for the highs.

You know how much I like high fives, BNA

The price of gas driving back from BNA

Back to ATL for three nights and get all our ducks in a row for the next 30 days trip overseas.  Marathon number 60 in Bordeaux France.  You have to go to this website to see what I am up against.

http://www.marathondumedoc.com

It has been a goal of mine to run 60 marathons at the age of 60.  I made it to 60 so the only thing left is to get Ur done.  I love goals.  Ran a 50 mile race at 50.  Ran 55 miles in two days at 55 so why not 60 at 60.  Still working on what to set my sights on for 65.  Numbers are important in my life so I will have to give it some more thought.  A marathon in all 50 states plus 15 halves is a possibility.

Speaking of numbers.

You know how much I love number and here are some to mull over.

So far we have been to 76 destinations, little over 3.5 days per destination, 13 Countries, 11 States, 5 Marathons, 1, 21 miler, 1, Half Marathon.  If every thing goes as plan we will have 102 destinations by the end of the year.  The cash burn rate is or the cost per day is right at $561.55 but who's counting.