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Almost A Year Ago..

I have to admit, I get the travel bug often. I don't mean the bug you usually get after a long flight with a ton of sneezing strangers (ooh! alliteration!). I mean the wish to take a vacation to someplace that will significantly change the way you listen to voices, accents, music, or the way you dress or taste food, wine, coffee. Its starts with a few visits to the Virgin Vacations website to peruse the London specials, then progresses to scheming about how little could I spend and still get to Rome? It usually takes a year of obsessive planning, deliberating, and mind-changing (not to mention a second job!) before I set my sights on a location, but every now and then it actually happens. Maybe I just get bored with myself-we all run out of things to do sometimes. I don't think there's any sort of cultural void in the Boston area that causes this sense of suffocation-in fact quite the opposite. I just feel so fantastic when I'm in new surroundings, like I'm about to discover something that will change me forever. You probably don't notice anything different about me-but I do.

On that note I take you to Switzerland in August 2005. Wish I were still there....

5 comments:

Carole said...

I'm guessing you get that travel bug from your dad.

JessaLu said...

Beautiful photo!

*sigh* the last 'grownup' trip I went on was to Ireland in 1999. I miss it! If I hadn't met RR I'd probably be living over there ;o)

Martita said...

I so wish I could get my husband to travel to Europe with me. He won't go anywhere outside of North America.

blogless sharon said...

I think the travel bug might take you,me and mariato Dublin for a long weekend

Fields of Heather said...

Well, that would be a good thing. I hear if you don't do something about these "bugs" the condition can be fatal. Although Rhinebeck may be just as good if not better...