The Polish Princess
The most painful part of traveling is leaving people behind, especially when the person is a beautiful, charming, smart, sexy and passionate woman. It’s enough to stop a vagabond dead in his tracks. Marta, from Poland, is such a woman.
I met her at a business gathering in Montreal in September. We both felt far more than just business. So I flew to Chicago where she lives and we partied in Chicago and took a road trip in her BMW through the rolling hills of Wisconsin in autumn. With the fall colors in peak and her in full glow I was basking in beauty and driving through a dream. It was as life should be but rarely is.
We got silly and spent a day at the bizarre “House on the Rock”, which is a delightful combination of thrilling fun house meets the Smithsonian. It was created over forty plus years by a passionate genius eccentric named Alex Jordan. Being lost in a fun house full of giant carousels, mechanical orchestras, dollhouses and hundreds of other outrageous displays was delightfully romantic with Marta.
Marta also flew into San Francisco to be with me. We only had 48 hours together. But we made a whirlwind trip through San Francisco and camped at Coit Tower our first night and in the Redwood forest our second night. City lights one night and campfire light the next.
I miss her and the beautiful times we made together.
Addendum – Marta and me got together for my last three days in South Florida in March (see “the Last Hurrah“).