Landed and settling in
I have been gone much of July, starting with a trip to Barcelona, Spain, then to Nashville to visit my daughter and grandchildren, finally to paint with Woodstock artist Christie Scheele for four days in Provincetown at the end of Cape Cod. I am home now...but not sure for how long.... It has been a summer where I have had little time to think about my travel phobias; I just put on my big girl panties and did it. Don't know if it is was the EMDR, getting older and braver, or help from GPS, but I had little if any anxiety about traveling - save for a few instances in Barcelona when 1) I got lost in an immense building and forgot where my friends were sitting in the outside cafes and 2) when I stopped to take a few photos on the street and my friends disappeared around the corner in what was only a few seconds. I don't speak Spanish, many there did not speak English, and it put me into instant anxiety mode. I lived through it and eventually found them, and quickly go...