Hey, hey. It’s Tuesday. And today’s Table Topic is:
This is how I feel about travel.
But here are the top 5 places I’d like to experience if I have to pick right now. I want to:
1. Watch the sun sink into the sea from Pfeiffer Beach, Big Sur, CA.
2. Sip through wine country with a head that’s happy, but not so hazy that I don’t remember every whiff and inch and taste.
3. See Disneyland–the mother ship of the magic–though I’m positive no other location could ever replace Disney World.
4. Eat my way through Italy, south to north–so long as I wind up climbing a Lake Como staircase, high enough to see into Switzerland.
5. Linger in The Lakes of England. Write something on the same parcel where the greats poured their bliss into poetry.
And everything here. Wowza.
Here’s where my pals want to go.
Ah that is the question, isn’t it? I love to travel. Always have. Probably always will. I keep a running list in my mind of the places I’d like to go, see, and experience. Perhaps I could even go so far as to say the World Showcase at Epcot (a Disney Digression as my blogging host Mindy would say) helped spur those travel dreams on? Perhaps. Or perhaps it was my dear friend, Rick Steves? His European travel show on PBS was a staple in my house growing up, and I’ve relied on the guy many times to get me from place to place as well as for advice on the best things to do and see. Perhaps. Regardless of the inspiration, I got the itch in high school and never looked back. My very first “big” trip was with my French class, to where else? France. It was tres bien, bien sur! I absolutely loved it. The culture, the atmosphere, the walking-in-the-steps-of-history, the language, well, just everything. I’ve been back quite a few times, but I’m always open to going someplace new. Norway. Argentina. Australia and New Zealand. Those happen to be in the top three, and I’ll get there one day. It’s just a matter of time. And money.And why do I love to travel? Well, the Type A planner in me loves the thrill of the planning, probably more than anything, as this little entry in my own blog can attest . It can be hard work, frustrating, and just downright tiring, but the experience itself is worth all the blood, sweat, and tears of putting together an amazing adventure. I firmly believe your experiences are the result of your passion in making them happen. And never is that more true than with stepping outside your comfort zone and stepping foot in a land not your own.So get out there. See the world. Bring back an experience or two that will last in your memory forever. I think it’s a mark of a life well lived, and a soul fulfilled.
I fell asleep at with my hands on my keyboard…