Tears sprang to my eyes when I saw her snow-capped picture, and this photo (above) flashed instantly into my mind - me sitting in the window of a pensione in Verona, Italy, in the spring of 1993. Just looking at this photo, I can remember the happiness bursting from my skin. I was in heaven.
Some of the most precious and beautiful moments of my life have been found in travelling. From the serene, serendipidous, enigmatic and life-changing events that come from travelling alone to the fabulously fun, hilarious, emotionally-fulfilling and magical experiences of travelling with kids - I'm pining like crazy to head off once more.
We're planning an o/s trip for January, so I'll just have to sit tight for now and reminisce. After all, isn't a large part of travel found in the reminiscence?
2 comments:
Love it.
The memories keep us going when our feet are temporarily stuck to the one spot.
You make me want to pack a bag
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