It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s me on a “Moon Walk” at the Astronaut Hall of Fame! I don’t do roller coasters! To me, the Teacup Ride at Disneyland (last taken decades ago!) was scary! Yet, there I was in line, eagerly awaiting a chance to “Walk on the Moon!” I even was a meanie and wouldn’t let an adorable kid with the biggest, saddest eyes cut in front of me! No way! I am gearing up for space and I have enough  faith in the safety of all of Richard Branson’s airlines, trains, etc. that I hope someday to become an astronaut myself! Michael, my husband, was stunned. “You did what? You aren’t into “extreme sports” or hard adventure! You, Barbara, the person who defines adventure travel as staying at a Holiday Inn with a black and white TV (yes, youngsters we actually had to imagine color!) and no pool?” He realized at that moment that I was “hooked” on space, specifically on Virgin Galactic!

 I’ll save my TRUE PASSION FOR SOFT ADVENTURES (”soft” being defined as having a hot shower, good meal and a bed above ground level!) for another post.