Jun
30
Ahhh, I love those two words. I love them because they usually mean I’ve strapped on my safety belt in Row 3A and am sitting poised in my chair, my stack of magazines in my lap, waiting to hear the flight instructions. I love them because I’m about to embark on another adventure. I love them because they are associated with travel. And for me, that is always a good thing! And now, I’d like to indulge in a little fantasy if you don’t mind. If I had two weeks, and a (very) large spending account, what would I do?
I’ve toyed with this daydream while toiling away in the office this week. It’s Spring Break for most schools around the area, which means the office has been cleared out of all moms, dads, and any single people who are trying to use up their leftover vacation days from 2010. That leaves me. Lonely old me. Struggling to contain her thoughts from driving her crazy in this quiet, massive building. Struggling to not think about the fact that at this time last year, she was slugging sangria and strolling the streets of Madrid, Spain with her family. Struggling to not just hop in the car and make the fifteen-minute trek to DFW airport and hop on the next flight over the Atlantic.
(If, however, I do cave in, will someone please water my plants for me? I’ll bring you back a souvenir! Thankyouverymuch.)
So, if I were to go on a vacation for two weeks, and if I did have a very generous per diem, where would I go and what would I do? Now, as you might know, or will soon come to find out, I take my travel seriously. I’m not the kind of girl that flies somewhere and then spends her vacation lounging at the hotel pool. Uh uh … I’m all about walking until my back aches, eating local, shopping the hidden boutiques. I want to spend so much time out in the sights that I come back to the hotel five pounds heavier from the amount of dust on my clothes, food in my belly, and shopping bags on my arms. Therefore, I’ve created a little itinerary for you of my fantasy two-week vacay … feel free to come along for the adventure! (I call the aisle seat on the plane though!)