I love the Sunday paper. I shuck it down to size, removing the news, opinion and sports sections (making sure to extract the NY Times crossword puzzle). I give the ads to the wife, and grasp hold of the travel section.
Ahhhh… travel. I love to go, to see new sights and live new experiences. Not that I’m a seasoned world traveler. (Although, I’ve been to Canada three times, so there is an argument to be made for my international traveler status.)
Right now, I have the itch – the Wanderlust Itch. It becomes almost a physical feeling, this deep need to get out and go. I love hotel rooms and driving endless hours with a bottle of my favorite diet soda and a mix of favorite tunes (or, better yet, engaging audio books or talk radio). I get a kick out of local kitsch, and dining in local restaurants (no arches or crowns or tolling bells).
And yet I do so little of it. The entire summer has come and (almost) gone, and what have I done? Far too little.
Far, far too little.
So, it’s time to go. Where? I dunno. Maybe the Sunday paper will give me some ideas.
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mmmmm. This resonates. I too am a victim of the 'itch'. I am from Texas. There are always a dozen small towns within driving distance for a day's excursion. Or even a half day. Book stores. Antique stores. Small diners. It's great.
Last year my wife and I went to London for 11 days. We stayed in one hotel for the entire time so that we could get to know the local area really well. The small cafes. The local museums.
It's interesting to me to hear that someone else (in probably a distant part of the country) with the same sort of rash.
Let us know how you scratch it.
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