i'm going to talk about travel for a moment
mainly, because it's something that I am passionate about and secondly because I am having a crapish day, and this will help me not abuse food, as I'd otherwise like to be doing. Yes, I'm sort of a fatty, and I'm ever conscience about my weight, but when I'm down, I can't help but pig out and feel bad later.
It's strange. I used to take 5 or 6 trips a year, one of which would be a month, the rest individual weeks. Now, with life as it is, I am really only looking at a three week to a month trip every February, a week in the summer, and a few short weekends. This is still much more than most people are afforded, and I am grateful for the opportunities that I have but: I guess that eventually reality changes everything (even my charmed life) and we can only plan a little bit away at a time.
My desire to travel is much stronger now or it is atleast much more indepth: I'd rather spend alot of time in one particular place, really getting to know it. I also find myself wanting to return to places that I've spent a great bit of time, but feel as though I've only scratched the surface.
Next year, we will be dropping some of the boys ashes off in 'his town': Johannesburg and then some at the Cape for good measure. The year after that, we've obligation and desire to spend some time with friends in Taiwan.
I still have a real desire to visit Vietnam, Ethiopia, Northern Brazil, Trans Siberian / Trans-Mongolian but honestly, I have no idea when time and circumstance will afford me this pleasure.
It could take a lifetime, and what an interesting lifetime it will be:
I sat next to an 84 year old woman on the flight home from Uruguay last year. She and her husband, some 65 years ago had made a list of all the places that they'd like to see before they died. Each had their own list, and there was a list of mutual attractions. They saw many of their mutual interests while he was still alive, but soon died before he could see his individual destinations or his wifes. As a dedication to him, she has - over the 30 years since his death - made it a point to see each and every one of his places. This was very theraputic for her, and I'm sure that he would really have appreciated this.
She is now, at her age, getting a chance to see her destinations. For her 80th birthday, she hiked the Inka Trail, and for her 84th birthday, she celebrated at a samba school at Carneval. What an incredible woman, we talked through most of the flight; movie time, nap time and leisure time.
It's strange. I used to take 5 or 6 trips a year, one of which would be a month, the rest individual weeks. Now, with life as it is, I am really only looking at a three week to a month trip every February, a week in the summer, and a few short weekends. This is still much more than most people are afforded, and I am grateful for the opportunities that I have but: I guess that eventually reality changes everything (even my charmed life) and we can only plan a little bit away at a time.
My desire to travel is much stronger now or it is atleast much more indepth: I'd rather spend alot of time in one particular place, really getting to know it. I also find myself wanting to return to places that I've spent a great bit of time, but feel as though I've only scratched the surface.
Next year, we will be dropping some of the boys ashes off in 'his town': Johannesburg and then some at the Cape for good measure. The year after that, we've obligation and desire to spend some time with friends in Taiwan.
I still have a real desire to visit Vietnam, Ethiopia, Northern Brazil, Trans Siberian / Trans-Mongolian but honestly, I have no idea when time and circumstance will afford me this pleasure.
It could take a lifetime, and what an interesting lifetime it will be:
I sat next to an 84 year old woman on the flight home from Uruguay last year. She and her husband, some 65 years ago had made a list of all the places that they'd like to see before they died. Each had their own list, and there was a list of mutual attractions. They saw many of their mutual interests while he was still alive, but soon died before he could see his individual destinations or his wifes. As a dedication to him, she has - over the 30 years since his death - made it a point to see each and every one of his places. This was very theraputic for her, and I'm sure that he would really have appreciated this.
She is now, at her age, getting a chance to see her destinations. For her 80th birthday, she hiked the Inka Trail, and for her 84th birthday, she celebrated at a samba school at Carneval. What an incredible woman, we talked through most of the flight; movie time, nap time and leisure time.
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