I’m itching with flee-ful feelings. Flee as in, lets get outta here. TRAVEL!
I just re-read my life list to see what’s coming down the pipeline as far as checking things off and then I just got anxious like a boiling tea-kettle ready to scream, I want to travel.
Travel, travel, travel.
If you could pick up, uninterrupted, and go somewhere right now, where would you be going? What would you be doing?
I would be in San Francisco, I believe. Hiking, wine tasting, exploring and generally just soaking it in. From there I’d hop on a plane to Peru for a month and lay on the beach, learn spanish with Jessica and eat seviche for lunch every day. Oh, and learn to surf. I’d stop on home to take care of a few things for about 2 weeks, do laundry, re pack and head right out to Maine. Hop on a fishing boat and catch dinner 3 nights in a row. Then sail off to the middle of no where and watch the sky turn twinkly every night.
That would be the beginning.