Last year, on this very day I was planning to leave on my trip to South America. I was completely discombobulated. Leaving on a plane tomorrow. I hadn't had the luxury of planning for six months as I usually do.
There was no losing 30 pounds. No knowing exactly where we are going. I don't understand altitude sickness and the lack of air.
No certainties. No plans. No expectations.
I miss it. I love the getting ready of it all. The little tubes of toothpaste and what to put in my backpack for the plane. What treats to take for the children. Balloons? Candy? Chocolates?
We're going to Vegas this summer with a gaggle of other lesbians for three birthdays. My Love's, my best friend's and my best friend's sister's girlfriend.
I'm excited about that trip, but what I really hunger for is another trip with my uncles and aunt. I'd love to take my girlfriend so that she could experience another culture without plans. Tasting quinoa soup with Godknowswhat floating around in it. Local wines. Smiling at people who don't understand me hoping that they can feel the love in my heart. I want all of that for the woman I love. I want her to experience what I love about travelling with my family.
We will go with them. Maybe next year. But not this one. Everybody's cutting back this year. Including us. But next year...it might be China. Or Morocco, Spain and Portugal. Or Africa....like my aunt wants.
My question for you is....if you could go anywhere, where would you go? and why?