Hole In The Donut Cultural TravelAbout Barbara Weibel
After years of working at jobs that paid the bills but brought no joy, I felt like a "hole in the donut" - solid on the outside, but empty on the inside. In 2007, I decided to pursue my true passions of travel, writing, and photography. Find out how I changed my life HERE
It didn’t have a great view. I slept on a click-clack sofa bed that was little more than an Ikea futon and the kitchen was the size of a postage stamp....
By the time I finally arrived in Spain from Lanai, Hawaii, I’d flown on five different planes, ridden in a taxi between La Guardia and JFK airports in New York City,...
News flash on the status of my new apartment: I have hot water in the kitchen! Actually, I think it was always there; I just couldn’t figure out how to get...
If I have been strangely silent for four days, it is only because I have been consumed by the task of moving. After much internal debate, I finally decided to move...
I slept ’til 9 AM this morning, then got up and rolled around on the floor with my Feldenkreis tubes, working out every last kink in my back and shoulders. At...
