I have the travel bug. The Wanderlust. Whatever you want to call it, when I'm sitting at my office desk, I find myself staring out the window and thinking about Acapulco, drinking Coronas on white sanded beaches with palm fronds blowing and languorous breezes shifting my hair, getting too hot and running into the crisp surf and getting salt water in my nostrils...
I think about the foreign smells of Istanbul and the ancient high-domed mosques; about shifty eyes and unknown trials in the Far East; about jasmine rice and succulent turmeric prepared as I'd never dreamed of, a pauper's meal, but to the weary traveler as satisfying as medium rare filet mignon; about purple sunsets over the Indian Ocean and the deep rich blues of Pacific squalls; and low-lying cumulus clouds and whitecaps with Great Whites jumping from beneath. I think of the ancient temples of Greece and the sun-worn columns of the Parthenon; about the vast unpeopled expanse of Siberia and billions of pines; I think of the American plains and the rugged Rockies; the small towns and trucker hats and down-South drawls. I want to go and suffer and live and meet people and part from them before I'm ready. That's happiness to me. Of course, this all takes money and freedom. It means pain and discomfort too.
You need to plan ahead for Europe airline tickets and cheap flights to Israel. It would be easier if I hopped on a boat as a merchant mariner. Then I'd be able to see the seas and work for my keep. The things I'd see! The adventures I'd have! I'd come home worldly and wise and think about how different life would have been had I simply stayed at home and gotten married and moved to the suburbs. And part of me would long for that lifestyle, a small part. The majority would remember the kind of person I am and the fair French maidens from chez Paree, and the odd jobs I had moonlighting in Buenos Aires and Kuala Lumpur and aged fountains and city squares, each different from the last and the neo-gothic parliament buildings newer than they look…
And I'd probably die young, younger at least than I would had I been to the dentist every six months and to the doctor for my annual checkup, but with having seen more than most people see in five lifetimes. And that thought, to know that I had lived to the fullest, that would be worth it.
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