Perks is a perfect word for my chosen career. I am having too much fun to call food and travel writing a job. This way of life does not pay me well.
Yet, it keeps me well. I learn about parts of the world that I may have missed... A snowy night in the City of Lights devouring that steaming hot crock of sweet onion soup, those cheesy, crusty bits, clinging to the sides. A tangerine sunrise on a remote Fijian Island, up in time to land that big fish, so fresh it is still jumping as I wrap it in a banana leaf to roast on smoldering coals. The fisherman and I never spoke a word.
Eating well...regional farm fresh food from a local market, not fancy or gourmet, simply delicious in it's native skin.
The best perks are about friends I have met along the way. Including the ones I have yet to meet...Leigh Cort...who writes about "the relationships between the journalist and the people who make the destination come alive." My partner of several decades, Maralyn Hill, more than a friend. When the work or the pain overwhelms the pleasures, Maralyn is there to remind me what is good. It cannot be said enough, it is the people and the joy of doing what you love in life... true success.
Priceless!
Brenda Hill
www.noralyn.com
