Reblog~ Barb Taub: Signs (and books and things…) via @LindaHuber19
Signs, signs, everywhere a sign… I’m visiting over at Linda Huber’s blog today. Please come by and check out some …
Tag Archives: travel
How Barb Taub Crashed a Wedding – Meet the Author – April 12, 2016
Originally posted on Bastet and Sekhmet's Library:
Hello Everyone … a couple of weeks ago one of my favourite writers and friend, Barb…
Coffee with Barb & Savithri Sundaram ~The Romance of a Journey by Train in India
When readers become friends When I became a writer, of course I hoped to have readers. But I never expected …
Bon Voyage!Gorgeous #FridayFiveChallenge cruise from @ShelleyWilson72
So…I realize it’s not precisely Friday. But I didn’t have any wifi access yesterday, so I apologize for posting so …
Reblog: Author Interview : Barb Taub ~ Do Not Wash Hands in Plates
Shaz and I are discussing books and travel over at her fascinating blog, Jera’s Jamboree. Please stop by and join …
You won’t believe where London went on Wednesday
London, what happened? Where is everyone? I arrived in London on Wednesday. As I left King’s Cross Station, London looked just the …
Reblog: 5 Star #bookreview for DO NOT WASH HANDS IN PLATES via @terrytyler4
It’s short, a very pleasant afternoon’s reading, and so funny! I started off highlighting passages for quotes, soon realising I would end up quoting more of the book than I was leaving out. Not many books make me laugh out loud, but this did.
Write a blog, “they” said… #FridayFiveChallenge from @rosieamber1 #travel #memoir #humor
Write a blog, they said. You can turn it into a book and make a ton of money. Only…guess who …
New Release! Do Not Wash Hands in Plates #Travel #humor #India
As far as I could tell, the Ahmedabad Airport was staffed by the entire Indian army, each soldier carrying a honking huge gun. I grabbed my suitcase and exited baggage control into India. Noise. Chaos. People, dogs, honking horns, more people. More soldiers. More guns. Dozens of sincere men who called me “Sister” and suggested they could take me anywhere on the planet I might want to go.
Guest Blog: Kassandra Lamb has suitcase, will travel
Why do we pay good money for the privilege of stuffing our most necessary belongings into two suitcases (one of them a way-too-small carry-on), partially disrobing in security lines, sitting in sardine cans called airplanes for hours, pushing through crowded airports to reclaim said suitcases, and then living in a sight-unseen, much smaller living space than the one we left behind (for which we are already paying a hefty mortgage)?
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