But at the moment I have travel fever!
I really want to hop on a plane and fly, fly, fly. To Paris. To Tokyo. To Norway. To England. Ireland. China. India. Egypt. Brazil. Madagascar.
I yearn to step on board a boat and sail to the Galapagos and Cape Horn and my dear friends the San Blas islands of Panama.
I'd even settle for getting on a car or bus or train and motoring along to California, to Iowa, to Canada.
A rainbow of exotic names that dance off my tongue and trip down my chest to take a firm hold on my heart. Scenes of the Eiffel Tower and the British flag and skyscrapers in Japan taunt me from their safely boxed-in links via Google Images. I'm tempted to go purchase a ticket to God-Knows-Where ASAP.
So I talk to my family. My mother says I've been bitten by the travel bug real hard (which gives me a bit of a shiver because of the recent bedbug epidemic). It is all because, she continues, I spent two years of my early life (ages nine to ten) living on our family's sailboat in the Caribbean. She says the same thing happened to her, because she, too, spent years aboard her family's ship, traveling from place to place.
Wow, thanks, I say. Kind of an expensive hobby to plant in me, isn't it?
She admits that yes, it is. This is a woman who spent much of her life traveling from place to place — living on a Navajo reservation during college, taking every foreign exchange trip available in high school, etc etc.
So we start speculating, as we often do. I say that I've been thinking about buying myself a ticket to Norway for Christmas break. I have an aunt, an uncle, and two little cousins just outside of Oslo that I can stay with.
My mother says that's a good idea, and maybe they will pay for part of my ticket if I babysit the kids? Sounds good to me.
And then she brings up a novel idea... what if we took a few months — summer vacation plus a bit on each end — next year or the year after, and sailed our boat to the British Isles?
My heart flutters, because I have a special place in my soul for Ireland and England and Scotland, ancestral places that I have never been to. It's like a dream come true, and I agree readily.
So it begins...
We'll see what shall come of this little speculation. Maybe nothing, maybe everything. All I know is that I will be doing much traveling in the year to come. My mom promised we could take a weekend in Boston sometime soon, and she and I are going to fly down to Florida for a week or so to visit my elderly great-grandmother.
Thank you, O Travel Fever!
|Although my prayer is not quite in the same context, the sentiment is still lovely.|