I can see the sadness in his eyes as he watches the news today about an American man being killed and his wife injured on their 25th wedding anniversary trip to England.  His sadness is twofold.   His heart is aching for the woman who just lost the love of her life and the fear that it has stirred up for the country.  He also sees the determination in my eyes as I again become resolute about never traveling abroad.

My retired groom has traveled all over the world for his job. He wants to show me the Great Wall of China, the Effel Tower, the Changing of the Guards at the Buckingham Palace, and of course Hungary, Poland and Ireland the birthplace of our grandparents.  These terrorist attacks just deepen my feelings that I’m only interested in seeing sights in the land of my birth even though 9/11, has made me realize that no one is safe from those who don’t value life, not even their own.

Our other impediments to traveling are: trains, planes and automobiles not to mention boats.  I don’t want to fly over water and my retired groom doesn’t like the idea of floating with a motor on ocean waves.  I don’t understand how a tube with wings, weighing tons, with me inside can stay in the air and he sees every cruise ship as another Titanic.  So until we can come to some understanding  we will be sightseeing in the land of our birth by way of the trusty wheel.  Although we aren’t looking forward to seeing Trump’s Wall.