Learning to become a Blogger...


It is important, I think, to share the beginning pains of becoming a travel blogger (or ANY blogger).  You create an idea, want to share, and...if you are not technically savvy you will depend on an experienced mind to help you begin.  I had a brilliant mind, Marilyn Jenkins, and I am happy to say I took copious notes.  Each day, each hour is a learning curve.  Excitement builds, technology lets you down OR you let yourself down because you can't seem to get that last item quite posted the way you would like.  I live with high expectations, joy, perfection, and attention to details.  That can be good/can be bad, but that is WHO I am. 

For those of you whom would like to be a blogger, it can be a bit complicated in the beginning.  If you become a travel blogger you have to remember to experience the exciting, new territory first.  Drink it in, absorb it, then decide what you would like to share.  I think it needs to be real.  Everything is never perfect or positive.  My goal is to be an honest blogger.  But, due to the fact my husband's relatives shall be peeking in from time to time...some things I shan't report because I can't.  A few episodes of our travel adventures may not appear for another year! 

And...Google Maps???  YAY!  Grateful, BUT have you ever been sent to a place that doesn't exist anymore?  We have more than once.  Our 'Google Maps Lady' has THE worst French accent I have ever heard, but...her Spanish one makes us laugh!  We try to repeat every street name she announces and we are rolling!  Yesterday...picture this:  Marcus is driving Mr. Horace through the city centre of Malaga searching for our second motorhome park, which apparently now, is non-existent.  The roads are wide enough for one small car...winding, twisting curving; we look at one another with trepidation.  My Captain of our motorhome says,  'This is going to be interesting.'  Motorhome, trailer attached with scooter on board and pedestrians looked scared.  I WAS QUIET and that never happens!  Three times around the nearest round-about and we were RELEASED.  Freedom at last and to the coast we headed.  We are not looking back.  Google Maps - terrific new handy plan, but do not rely on it entirely. 

Avacadoes, olives, sardines, lovely wines, bright sunshine, comforting waves produced by the Mediterranean Sea...this is THE place.  Manzanillo olives:  Martini lovers - you shall never leave southern Spain!
Reporting:  Tinto & Blanco of The Roaming Stevens
Safe travels.

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