For years, the place I wanted to travel to was Iceland.  I’d still like to see the volcanoes and explore the sort of culture and community that strikes me as friendly and warmer than the name implies.  A sort of adventure travel with a side trip to France for the summer lavender, spring oranges in Spain and a dose of Portugal for green wine.  I wouldn’t mind a chance to see Mexico.  But not scorpions.  I wish I was the sort of traveler who could grab a backpack and a sweater and be off and running with a spirit of curiosity.  But I like nice sheets and absorbent towels along with my comfy bed and privacy.  I like that travel show where Samantha heads to luxurious hotels and has elegant meals while someone else carries my luggage.

In reality,  the travel visions are simple.  Dream destinations are  familiar –  like returning to favorite spots where lobster abounds and old friends, too.   Along with my aforementioned creature comforts, there’s a nostalgia at midlife where I seek to return as much as to explore.  Perhaps it’s indicative of the interior life at this phase.  Or a concern with the speed of change…that old favorites are disappearing.  And the fear that there is no home to return to.

Roam if you want to....

#30Trust prompt for today…

Not everyone wants to travel the world, but most people can identify at least one place in the world they’d like to visit before they die. Where is that place for you, and what will you do to make sure you get there?


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