The urge to travel

Ah, that good ol’ urge to travel. It has been biting me hard and non-stop recently. Today I told a friend about my sailing trip in Greece…and I longed to be back on the Aegean Sea, suning myself on the back of a sailboat. The other day it was Paris that was calling my name. Just yesterday a friend invited me on an impromptu trip to NYC…the same day that another friend called to beg me to drive to Indianapolis with her. Do I just have too many well-traveled friends? Or has it been too long since I jumped on a plane and explored that world? Probably a bit of both.

Now I know that I am lucky to have travelled to so many interesting places. Many people would kill to have the full photo albums that I have gracing my shelves. But I still want more! I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to ignore this itch.