I Am Restless
I have been pacing my house like a caged animal, unsure of what I need. What gives me great pleasure and fills my life with joy? Wanderlust. Pure and simple. It is killing my spirit to be housebound. By now, I would have my next adventure planned and underway. I am feeling this acutely.
Wanderlust courses through my veins just as sure as my blood. This is my one true passion in life above all others.
There are some people that travel and are good at it. I am one of those people. There are those that want to travel and should not. They have this romantic idea of what it all should be. Face it, it can be hard work to plan a trip.
I usually travel alone….No, I am not afraid. I have good street smarts. I am not one to sit back and dream, I am a doer and a planner.
Travelling with me is not for the faint of heart. I move and I move fast. There is never enough time to get it all in, but I sure try. My son calls my trips death marches. Kind of funny. He stopped travelling because I am kind of intense…not kind of, very intense. I usually have a plan, but that is always subject to revision. I make lists of what I have to see since I only plan on being there once.
I have been all over the world: Madrid, London, Paris twice, Rome, Salzburg, Vienna, Budapest, Prague, Beijing, Shanghai and all over the United States. There is not enough time to do what I want to do.
I am completely fascinated by mountains. Seeing the Alps, brought tears to my eyes. To hear about them for so long, then to see them was an emotional experience. I have climbed Diamondhead and the Great Wall of China. I have been in some of the greatest art galleries of the world. Everything is fascinating to me.
So what is on my bucket list? Lets see-Switzerland to see the Matterhorn, New York to see the Falls and a couple of dead presidents. Ireland now since I am primarily Irish, Italy to see PIza, Florence, Pompeii, Venice, my list changes daily…
What is stopping me? I have house repairs to make.
Expensive ones and I am mad. Last year I took 3 trips, this year none. I am sick at heart.
Wanderlust courses through my veins just as sure as my blood. This is my one true passion in life above all others.
There are some people that travel and are good at it. I am one of those people. There are those that want to travel and should not. They have this romantic idea of what it all should be. Face it, it can be hard work to plan a trip.
I usually travel alone….No, I am not afraid. I have good street smarts. I am not one to sit back and dream, I am a doer and a planner.
Travelling with me is not for the faint of heart. I move and I move fast. There is never enough time to get it all in, but I sure try. My son calls my trips death marches. Kind of funny. He stopped travelling because I am kind of intense…not kind of, very intense. I usually have a plan, but that is always subject to revision. I make lists of what I have to see since I only plan on being there once.
I have been all over the world: Madrid, London, Paris twice, Rome, Salzburg, Vienna, Budapest, Prague, Beijing, Shanghai and all over the United States. There is not enough time to do what I want to do.
I am completely fascinated by mountains. Seeing the Alps, brought tears to my eyes. To hear about them for so long, then to see them was an emotional experience. I have climbed Diamondhead and the Great Wall of China. I have been in some of the greatest art galleries of the world. Everything is fascinating to me.
So what is on my bucket list? Lets see-Switzerland to see the Matterhorn, New York to see the Falls and a couple of dead presidents. Ireland now since I am primarily Irish, Italy to see PIza, Florence, Pompeii, Venice, my list changes daily…
What is stopping me? I have house repairs to make.
Expensive ones and I am mad. Last year I took 3 trips, this year none. I am sick at heart.
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