What does reward mean to you?
Reward is filthy with possibility: it could be your third grader’s beaming smile after reading her first chapter book, a steaming mug of chicken soup after a long run in the cold, a photo of your brand-new baby — your reward for patience during nine months of construction, or your extended family gathered around the dinner table.
I waited until I was 53 to go overseas for the first time!
What utter joy and delight!
I was paid out for an accident that left me seriously injured.
No better reward!
I went over and made incredible memories with the best friends in the world!
I went to London, Oxford, Cambridge, all over the Cotswolds, Bath,
Weymouth, Wool and Corfe Castle in Dorset,
Cardiff and through Wales by train to Holy Head
A Ferry to Dublin, Ireland
Toured all over Tullamore, Connemara, Cork,
visited Castles, Gardens, Abbeys and a fjord!
In Italy I went all over Tuscany for a week
Then Minori, Amalfi; Rome, Venice, Lierna, Lake Como, Milan
Took a train across France and back to England
I have gorgeous, iconic, evocative photos
of fabulous places and scenery.
I fell in love with almost every place I went
the bonds of friendship are the greatest reward!
Oh, and by the way, I did this all with an undiagnosed fractured ankle!
Absolute agony and ecstasy!
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