My journey as a 3rd Act Gypsy had been years in the planning but officially began in 2015 when I volunteered to be laid off from my Corporate World job. I bought a one-way ticket to Barcelona with the intent to discover my own voice and share my travel adventures through my blog.
Over time, it has become so much more as I deepen the discovery and exploration of life after the 9-5 routine.
Today, I dedicate this space to current and future 3rdAct Gypsies. Through my reflections, foibles and experiences, it is my sincere hope to inspire you to discover your own unique path and plan for your 3rd Act.
If you are entering this phase or beginning to think about it, welcome. More than anything, I look forward to hearing from, and learning from, all of you that join this community. Let’s hit the road and see what life has in store for us!
Scottsdale in the Spring
I moved to Scottsdale when I was 9 years old and although I left to attend graduate school in California, this desert city is still
The Pickup
As I was planning the logistics to and from the airport for my trip to Scottsdale, I was reminded of a story that happened a
It’s a Sign!
Okay, I know most of your read the title and thought this was going to be a deep, thoughtful reflection on the importance of tuning
Why I Will Go Back to Paris
By now all of us have gone through the horrific experience of watching the Paris bombings. I will admit to being glued to the TV
Falling in Love with Fall Ball
Relationships are funny things. I don’t know when, exactly, my love affair with baseball began. I do know growing up my brother played on a team, my
Santorini: The Blossoming of a New Tribe
As I mentioned in an earlier blog, I came to this retreat by happenstance. Here I was landing in Santorini not knowing a soul and
Conquering Mt. Parnassus with Grit and Gratitude
As much as I love big cities, I also like to take a break and see the countryside surrounding them to get a better sense
Athens: Heart of Theater and Rebellion
I arrived in Athens late at night and as usual struck up a conversation with my cab driver. I’ve come to believe they are the universal
The Florence Debate: Painting vs Sculpture
This is a city where you turn corners and hear spontaneous bursts of “Wow”. Regardless of the language, it still comes out as “Wow”. The sheer size