It's a fearful thing, but I am afraid I have to admit I have become a comfort creature, I like my surroundings, coffee done a certain way, pecking away at the puter, taking dogs on an outing and all. Oh I miss them when I'm gone. And it's true, that 2 days into the trip, it is possible that I would wish I could snap my fingers and be back home. Often I have flown across the Atlantic and thought to myself, 'what am I doing up here?'

But it's a fever... here I go again.....

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Living proof, the grass is greener on the other side of the fence...

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Travel Goals (in the order of how they came out of my brain):
Ireland
England, Scotland
Belgium, Netherlands, Germany
El Camino de Santiago de Compostela (at least some of it!)
Andalusia, Morocco
Greece
Croatia, Slovenia
Egypt
Jordan, Syria, Turkey (Amman to Istanbul!)
India
New Zealand & Land of Oz
Czech Republic, Poland
Portugal
Brazil
Vietnam
Moscow, St. Petersburg, Helsinki, Stockholm, Copenhagan
Would like to ride an elephant in Thailand!
Africa
Alaska

Return to Italy (Genoa, Arezzo (antique markets), Parma, Bologna, Verona, Carrera, Sardhina
Return to France (Atlantic Coast, Toulouse, Pyrenees, Mt. Blanc, etc)
Return to Switzerland

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