Last week we were circling the Midwest. A couple weeks before that, we traveled for Thanksgiving. Before that, we were adapting to stationary life in our new home base, Trumansburg. Which is a long way of saying I’ve got the itch, the travel itch.
I could really go for some Barcelona art. Hell, I’d even be up for some Canadian red wine. I want my undies to stink like ass and feet again. Of course, Lisa just wants to be back in Colorado, or back on the road.
We’ll get there. All of there. Eventually. As long as the world doesn’t end today.
Until then, I’ve got Google Reader and a bunch of travel blogs on tap.