My travels have never followed a straight line nor any semblance of order and neither does this account of them. This memoir spans the years from 1972 to 2016. Some of the stories relate to when traveling with my husband and some were after he died in 1998 when I struck out on my own.My aim was to write about my experiences, the people I encountered and interacted with, not to write a travelogue. I hope to encourage others to step out of their comfort...