I’m getting the travel bug again. It’s been about seven months since I’ve traveled outside of Arizona (I’ve gone down to Phoenix four times in as many months). I am getting pangs of desire to go see something new.
In the last year (or so), I have been to Vancouver three times. I absolutely loved the city and the Island. I could have stayed there and been perfectly happy.
Now, I’m jonesing for a trip further away. I have been thinking about Spain for the last few years. I’d like to travel around Spain and see the sites off the beaten path. I’ve been reading a book that is set in Barcelona and it makes me yearn to go there.
I’ve also had a craving to visit Italy. I want to walk around the narrow streets of some quiet town, taking photographs of cool doors, windows, and balconies. I want to see colors that are different than the ones I’m seeing here.
I may go to San Diego over the winter holiday break. I’m thinking about Denver over spring break. I’d like to get out to Washington D.C., as well. I’m thinking about New Orleans.
But really, I want to go a bit further. I want to get out there and experience the world, enjoy what it has to offer.
While I don’t necessarily want to travel alone, I don’t have many choices in that arena. And, when I travel alone, I’m able to see the things I’d like to see without having to worry if the other person is having fun.
I’m one of those people who will wander streets of a city for hours. I will take the local mass transit to get a feel for the city. I will go to “hole-in-the-wall” places for lunch. I will visit galleries and museums and parks and bookstores. I will search out places of historical merit.
And now I’m yearning to revisit London. I’d like to go to the National Gallery again. I’d like to walk past John Keats’ house again. I’d like to trip over those cobblestones along the road, past the flat where I used to live.