Nomadess of a certain age
Travel, they say, changes a person. Having hit the wall at 50 a few years ago, I made several life altering decisions and carried them out in very quick succession without blinking an eye. After housing my worldly belongings in a long-term storage facility ‘until further notice’, I quit the day job and boarded a plane – first stop was Morocco.
Madame Fishflower® is the name I was christened by a young man I met in Paris while travelling around France in 2016 and subsequently adopted – the name, not the young man. I was ‘Madame’, presumably because I was 18 years his senior. Within 36 hours of meeting, he was professing his undying love for me and insisting that I become his wife before I depart for my next destination. All of this after just one mocktail (cocktail sans alcool). Although the offer of marriage was tempting and sincere, I declined on this occasion, as I didn’t have any gaps in my touristing schedule. I still had the rest of Europe to explore, I had committed to a 3 week cat/house-sitting gig in country France and a certain camel was awaiting my arrival in the Sahara.
In no particular order, this blog is a collection of travel musings, hindsight and a few current ruminations to keep it all ‘in the now’ while I plot and scheme my next move. All done with camera in hand (I love my camera).
© madame fishflower ® 2018