I really like to travel, at least in theory. In my head, I picture myself calmly strolling through the airport, settling in for a long flight with a good book, and arriving at my destination to tour busy streets of foreign cities and drive through tranquil countryside while periodically stopping to sample local food and culture. Then we end each day in the comfortable bed of a B&B or exotic hotel.
Reality for me is a quite a different scenario. Continue reading “Leaving on a Jet Plane”
Contentment and French Fries 